I’ve got my bed back!

Kevin here!  Percy wanted to write about the funny smells Mummy’s been making, which I thought wasn’t very kind of him, and I wanted to write about my bed.  And I’m the webmaster, so I won.

Mummy gave me my bed back last week, after she took most of my other cagewear to be washed, and put my purple one back saying “here you are Kevin – you can keep warm in this old thing till the others are dry.”

THIS OLD THING??????

This is my lovely purple (aubergine is it’s official colour) snugglesac which Colman and I had when we first came to live with Mummy.  It was like an old friend back in my life – in fact it sort of reminded me of Colman.  I think Mummy started to realise when she took this picture of me – I’d gone straight into it as soon as she put it down, and then she started giving me strange looks until she took the photo.

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It was lovely and dreamy in there.  Oh, and that’s a beetroot stain on my leg.  So there I was dozing away, and Mummy looked through her old photos to see if I really had had it before, and she found it had been mine all the way from 2012, when Colman and I moved in, to 2014, when we got the snowman cagewear.  I think Hector had it after that, but Mummy said, actually Humphrey and Hector were the first people to have the purple and grey cagewear, because she got it for the grey cage they lived in when they first arrived.

Well, that makes sense, because Col and I had the grey cage when we arrived. And we had that cagewear all the way through to 2014.  I think we had the grey cage because Hec and Humph had moved into the cage that used to be Hugo and Victor’s when Victor moved in with Fred.  Then Humphrey and Hector fell out with each other, and Mummy moved Victor (who by now was living with the babies that were Dylan and Dougall) in with Humphrey, and Hector into the grey cage on his own and we came upstairs to the run (which is lovely).  It’s all very complicated and I don’t know how Mummy manages to keep tabs on it all.  Now Midge and I have the upstairs run, Oscar has Hugo & Victor’s cage, and Percy has Fred & George’s cage.  But Percy lived in the grey cage when he first arrived as Dylan and Dougall were still in Fred & George’s cage.

But the other thing Mummy found when she found those photos were lots of short moving pictures of Colman and me running around on the kitchen floor.  And then she found a lot more, including of Fred & George, and Dylan & Dougall and everyone.  If you’d like to see those, they’re on our YouTube channel!

Anyway, the purple snugglesac is mine again now.  She said the purple and grey one is for emergency only, and the purple and grey tunnel had to be thrown away.  But I’m keeping my favourite one, probably forever 🙂

 

Colman and Mummy

Hi, Kevin here.  Perce and I had a discussion and we decided I’d write about Colman, because it’s a whole year since he left us.  And since Mummy’s done some funny things this week, we need to tell you about her, too.  But she hasn’t left us, let’s be straight about that.

Colman and I came to live with Mummy in 2012, and we’ve had a great time with her.  Colman was already nearly four when he arrived, and he celebrated his seventh birthday about a month before he went over the Rainbow Bridge.  This is one of our favourite pictures of him, although to be honest, we all look good with birthday cake!

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Colman’s 7th birthday 2015

We had a great time together.  He was an amiable chap, with lots of funny stories, and he was the sort of guy you could rely on if you were in trouble.  He was also very  loyal, although he didn’t trust people until they’d proved themselves.  Once they had, he was true to them right to the end.  I wrote the whole story about how we came here last year, but I just thought you’d like to remember him, and what a good chap he was.  I bet he’s having fun over the Rainbow Bridge now.  Although I must admit, I wonder what happened to their peace and quiet once Dylan arrived :O

Now, what has Mummy been up to, I hear you ask.

She told us a couple of times last week that she’d be going out on Thursday and coming back later looking a bit funny, and she might not be able to give us a run or clean us out on Friday.  Well, it’s always good to have warning if something strange is going to happen, because we are creatures of habit.  Wake-up, cuddles (meds for me), clean-out, run around, breakfast, nap, hay, nap, lunch, head-scratch, nap, grass-time if we’re lucky, nap, supper, snuggle if we’re lucky, nap, cucumber, bedtime.  You get the picture.

Well, she went out as she said, and came back a while later looking a bit like a bee, with one huge eye.  She showed me closer and it was a plastic cover over her eye.  She said it was to stop her from scratching or rubbing it.  She’s been having trouble with it.  I know because I’ve seen her do funny things because she hasn’t been judging distances well.  Anyway, she had an operation on it and now it’s a lot better.  She says it’s getting better every day.  The good thing was, she could pick us up and give us our usual cuddle and run around on Friday, no problems at all.  So she must be fine really.

We’re very glad Mummy is fine.  We love you, Mummy.

Mummy’s still sad

Kevin here today.  Percy did a jolly good job last week, didn’t he?  He asked me to take over today because we came out of mourning on Friday and he wasn’t sure what to say.

Neither am I, of course.  It seems a long time since Dylan left us to go over the Rainbow Bridge, but it seems Mummy’s only really been realising it over the past couple of weeks.  She told me she couldn’t believe he’d gone and it was because he missed Dougall so much, and I think for the first four weeks she was really numb, you know?  And she said for the last week or so she’s been crying because he’s gone, and she missed his geeky face looking at at her, and him trying to bite her nose – just playfully, of course.

I miss him when we’re out on the grass.  There are only the four of us, which means we have lovely big runs, and because Oscar and Midge can’t be left together I stay with Midge, and Percy runs around with Oscar.  Oscar still tries to shake the fence down between us.  He’s a scamp.  I get on fine with Midge, unless he’s trying to be bossy.  But I miss Dylan, and I miss Colman too, when we’re outside most of all.  But I reckon they’re having a great time over the Rainbow Bridge and Col hasn’t got any arthuritis to slow him down, so that’s good.  I’m having the nice biscuits he had for his arthuritis, one after cuddle time every day, and they’re very tasty.  I’m not having tubejuice any more, which is good too.  I wish Mummy would sort out the top of the ramp tunnel, though, it seems to need some glue or something.

Anyway, it just shows that seven weeks may sound a long time but someone very wise knew what they were doing when they made that our tradition.

Mummy took some videos of us on Friday and said she’d put them on our Youtube page.  So if she has, she’ll tell you how to get there at the end of this message.

Have a nice week.  Let’s hope the sun shines and the grass isn’t too wet. 🙂

Dylan’s moved upstairs

Hello, Kevin here.  Dylan’s moved upstairs so he and I can have a little chat. He’s very depressed about Dougall of course, and I know what that’s like, because I was very depressed after Colman died.  The fact that he’s got a funny tooth doesn’t help because it hurts him to bite things.  He’s having meds for that, and for the infection that might be causing it, and for his empty tummy to help it feel better, and he’s feeling a little better since he started those.  He should eat more of his Emeraid, but he only takes about 2 or 3 ml each time when Mummy would like him to take 5 or even 10.  I can’t understand why he doesn’t like it, I think it’s yummy.  In fact if there’s any left in the morning (which there usually is) Mummy gives me some and I slurp it up!

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But he’s doing a little better.  he hasn’t put on any weight yet but he’s eating little bits of stuff, like grass, thyme, and cucumber without its skin on.  He had a browse through his pellets last night too.  Mummy mixed some other things in with his pellets to give him a good chance of finding something he fancies. He’s still active, and taking an interest in things, in fact Mummy thinks he’s more active than he was, and he’s drunk water and produced some poos, so Mummy is pleased he’s trying a bit more.

Apparently Midge doesn’t like being downstairs with Oscar, although he says Percy is a good chap.  Well, these things happen, Midge.  I had to put up with you after Colman left, but I found out you’re not so bad, after all!

Midge is not such a bad chap

I’ve discovered Midge isn’t such a bad chap.  Okay, he farts a lot and makes funny gurgling noises, but as neighbours go, he’s not too bad.  He doesn’t stand at the bars between us, gnawing them incessantly, for example.  I’ve known pigs that did that and it really does make for a bad neighbourhood feeling.

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A lot of the time I can retire to my loftspace and chill up there.   Continue reading “Midge is not such a bad chap”

My life with Colman

Dylan told me I could write the post today, since it’s all about Colman, my buddy, who went over the Rainbow Bridge on Friday evening.

We were part of what was called the Great Exodus of 2012, when sixteen of us left our home on Jersey and came to England.  It was nice on Jersey, we liked being with Pigpog, who was our Mummy then, but she disappeared and there was a week or two when nothing much happened, although Auntie Sue made sure we had food and water, but it wasn’t like Pigpog looking after us.  Then we got packed into our travel boxes and had a long long time before we got out of them again. Continue reading “My life with Colman”