Birthday cake and Gotcha party

Way-aye! Roscoe here, full of Gotcha cake, or was it birthday party? I’m not sure, and I don’t think Mam was either.

Anyroad, yesterday we had a party with cake. Me and Neville have been here a whole year. I have to say, I like it here. I’ve got used to the funny way Mam talks, and Bertie and Biggles too, for that matter.

Nev and I like our cage and the time we spend in the garden, especially with the blue tunnel to play in. And the morning routine is good too: Nev gets a cuddle and some cucumber (six pieces, he says, cos he counts), then gets to go on the floor for a run, with Biggles, who’s already been through the cuddle-cucumber bit. Then I get a cuddle and six pieces of cucumber, if I can’t fool Mam into giving me more. Then I join Nev on the floor and Biggles goes back in his cage.

Then Bertie goes and gets cuddled and finishes up the cucumber, and when he comes into the kitchen I get picked up and put back, then Nev joins me.  Sometimes he stays a while to talk to Bertie, but I don’t like him doing that.  Makes me cross to think Bertie has been trying to cuddle up to him.  No matter, I forgive him after a bit.  Then we get our pellets, and then Mam gets the breakfast from the garden or the fridge or a mixture of the two.

After we’ve eaten, it’s time for a snooze.  And maybe we’ll go outside on the grass in the afternoon.

Then sometimes, like this weekend, we do other things later in the day, like have parties.  The cake was delicious, although Nev was too busy with grass to start with.  The grass has grown.  I think we should be out there to trim it for you every day, Mam.

Kevin had a birthday

I’m sorry I wasn’t here last week.  We had a birthday party for Kevin’s official birthday.  He was six years old.  He had cake with six candles on it, and six pieces of strawberry.  He said it was very nice, and when Mummy took the candles away he asked her to share his cake with us.  I didn’t like the strawberry thing.  I didn’t like it when Mummy gave it to us earlier in the summer, and I still don’t like it.  Mummy gives us lots of strange things I never had at my old home, and not enough cabbage, in my opinion.  She tried something new this week, called corn cob husks, which the others loved but I thought they were boring.  We only get these in September, apparently.  Kevin tells me these things.  He says he’s trying to pass on the wisdom of those who have passed it to him.  Sometimes I wonder if he’s making it up, but he seems to eat all his corn husks and a lot of the fruit, too.

Anyway, here are some pictures of Kevin and his cake, and also a funny animal which was on the leaf above Kevin’s run.  It’s called an Elephant Hawk Moth Caterpillar.  It was nearly as big as me.  Well, no, but it was the size of Mummy’s fingers.

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Kevin’s Birthday party

We celebrated Kevin’s official birthday last Thursday.  We had a party in the garden.  It’s okay for an hour or so in the sunshine at present, but Mummy has to go and dry the grass in the morning, and sweep the leaves off it.  Although they are very tasty leaves, she thinks we shouldn’t eat them.

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Kevin had his cake with five candles on it, and he said it was yummy, so we all had a little piece when we got back in our cages.   Continue reading “Kevin’s Birthday party”