N is for Neville – the interview!

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Hello, Bertie here.

I decided that N would be an interview with Neville.

Neville lives with Roscoe in the run next door to mine, so I could chat to him through the bars. Obviously it would be silly for Roscoe to interview him!

I’m going to ask him roughly the same questions I asked Joshua, although some answers are pretty obvious if you read our blog regularly.

Neville helps Bertie eat his cake

 

Neville’s interview

First of all, who are your companions and what are their favourite things?

My companion is Roscoe.  He’s a nice chap. We get on just fine mostly.  Some evenings he gets a bit bossy, but I tell him no. After a bit he gives up.

His favourite thing is grass, closely followed by pellets, and then cucumber – his or mine.  Mam caught him trying to steal mine the other evening, because I taking my time over it, enjoying it properly. He’d finished his already.

Roscoe loves bitey things, like the hay box, or the paper under the fleeces. 

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Why did Mummy decide to get you? 

I don’t know, but I’m right glad she did. Oh, yes – Roscoe’s just reminded me that I look a lot like Dylan from the front, and Dougall from everywhere else. So Mam couldn’t resist me. (sounds of Roscoe muttering in the background)

Where were you before you came here?

Up north in a place near Newcastle. We were there for about three or four months after the family who had us before disappeared. I don’t know why they disappeared.  I liked them most of the time. Sometimes they left us in the cage without much attention for a couple of days, but the half-size humans were sweet, most of the time. We stayed at a couple of different places after that, but the people were very nice and very attentive.  They brushed my hair and cleaned my bottom (which can get a bit mucky with the long hair). I was very comfortable with them.

There were two very nice half-size humans there, too. They played with me and gave me treats. They had nice careful hands.

Neville and Roscoe settle in

I vaguely remember half-size humans too. What’s your favourite thing Mummy does?

I love when she gives me nice nibbles, especially cucumber and special hay. I like when she puts us out on the grass too. I enjoy being sat on her lap in the morning and eating cucumber.  It’s nice to have some time with her to myself.

Neville with his back to the camera

What are your favourite memories of your companions 

Well, Roscoe’s been my only companion full-time. He’s often off getting into mischief, but that’s just him rather than a favourite memory. I think he’s a very good companion (if bossy at times).

When we travelled here on the train, we didn’t know what was going on, and I was a bit scared.  Roscoe told me stories to keep my mind off the things that happened in the past. He made up this adventure where we went somewhere entirely new and lived in a palace with lots of servants and lovely food every day.

Most of that came true. We met Percy, and then you, and Biggles, and Midge, and there was another guy here then, Oscar, I think he was called. I don’t think anyone was a servant, but we had lots of new friends. And we went out in the garden together and chatted through the railings.

And we do have lovely food every day!

Oscar meets Roscoe

Tell us a secret that we promise not share with anyone except readers of the blog

Mam has put me in the last Princelings book. I’m a bit like a pirate, but I also get mistook for Dylan.  Or is it Dougall? I don’t know. Maybe both.

Thank you very much for that, Nev. It was great!

And I hope you all enjoyed it too. Till next time

Bertie xxx

Christmas comes twice a year

Way-aye, Roscoe here.  I’m keeping up our attempt to blog from A to Z once a week this year.  We started on April 1st, and after seeing the A to Z’s tenth anniversary announcement, we realised it’s our tenth anniversary too.  So watch out for fun at the beginning of May.

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Today I’m talking C.

There’s one BIG C that we immediately think of.  Not celery, although that’s nice.  Celeriac is good too.  Corn is a bit fancy, and it’s also fattening so Mam isn’t giving us that these days as we’re doing the D word.

Before I talk about the C food, I’ll mention Cuddles, which we get every day and we like a lot.  I don’t much like the bit when Mummy checks us over and trims our toes, but I like the cuddle after, as long as it doesn’t go on too long.  After cuddles comes ‘run around on the kitchen floor’ time, you see.  That’s my favourite.

There’s also C for Christmas.  So here we are in our silly Christmas hats.  Colman is the only piggy in our world who began with C.  He refused to wear his hat. I never met him. You can read more about him here, though.

And of course the big important C word is… CUCUMBER!  Did you guess?

Biggles and Bertie are two
If Biggles doesn’t eat his quickly, I’ll nip in and get it!

Next week, Bertie does D.  We may even have a special guest for that.  Mam’s still working on it. [I am?]

I read all your comments, and when it says ‘liked by Jemima’ that’s me 🙂

Bye for now

Roscoe

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.

Emergency! Send cucumber!

There was no cucumber this morning!

It’s the end of the world!

First the grass disappears, then the cucumber disappears.  What’s gonna happen next?

We’ve been running around on hard brown grass for the weeks now. It’s even browner than in those pictures.  I don’t mind that much.  There’s a tiny weeny piece of grass that appears just outside our run, and Mam moves the last panel slightly so we can get at it.  I always share what’s left with Neville.  I have to test it first. Mam gives us readigrass when we go in, which is nice.

Testing the green grass

Mam says she’s making it rain just a little on our grass when we’ve gone inside in the evening.  She usually makes it rain on the vegetables and some of the flowers, and even one of the trees when we’re still out. We’re staying in that area because it’s nice and shady, and the rest of the grass is even browner.

It’s not going to rain anytime soon.  I saw the weather forecast this morning. When we did NOT have cucumber with our cuddles. (She said there were none in the store when she went to get some more). We did have parsley instead.  But it’s just not the ticket, Mam.

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Our evening cucumber is getting later

I’ve noticed.  I don’t know what Mummy is doing in the evenings, but she seems to be getting later giving us our cucumber.  A month ago we got it when it was still light, and now when she gives it to us it’s almost completely dark outside.  We complain, but she tells us “It’s not time yet,” and I’m sure it is.

It’s also getting cooler when we’re out on the grass and the sun sets behind the trees.  A while ago it was still warm enough to be out, and Mummy would give us our cucumber almost as soon as we’d come inside again.  Now it gets a bit cooler, Mummy decides it’s time to come in (and I’m sure we haven’t been out for long – not if she’s been out playing golf, anyway), and then it’s ages till cucumber time.

She says it’s due to it being September, and winter draws on.  I’m not sure what that means, but it sounds okay.  Then she says thing like “It’s less than three weeks to the autumn equinox.”   Well, I’ve heard of that.  Equi-nox means equal night.  And Fred wrote an explanation of equal day and night time.  I read it some time ago, and if you wonder what it means, you should read it too.

I see Dylan wrote something on the Autumn Equinox too.  You see, all the interesting topics have been said by someone else.  What is a reporting pig supposed to do?

Give you some more photos of adorable guinea pigs, I suppose.

 

E for Evening cucumber #AtoZChallenge

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Mr Percy Pig

Hello and welcome to George’s Guinea Pig World.  I’m Percy, and I run this place with Kevin.  George set it up in 2009, which is before I was born.  I live with Bertie & Biggles in a nice cage next to Oscar, and his brother Midge lives next to Kevin.

Our A to Z theme is “Our Favourite Things”


eE is for Evening Cucumber

I think I suggested when we did C for Cuddles that cucumber was even more of a favourite thing.  We get little bits of cucumber at cuddle time in the morning, but in the evening, Mummy comes into the kitchen to make herself a drink and cut a slice of cucumber for each of us.  Oscar and I live in the kitchen, so we lean over the side and watch her to make sure she gives us the best bits.  Apparently Hugo and Hector used to do that as well, although most of us come to the side of the cage to get it straight from her hand.

Bertie & Biggles only arrived two weeks ago but they’ve already become brave enough to take their cucumber from Mummy’s hand.  Mummy’s very pleased with them.

Mmmm, Evening cucumber!

Kevin with his evening cucumber
Kevin with his evening cucumber

Come and see what F stands for tomorrow!