All by myself again!

Way-aye, Roscoe here.

Today I’m in Bertie’s old run. I’ve been here since Thursday morning, when the man came to do the walls again. On Tuesday Mam put me into Biggles’ run, and put Biggles in with Neville, when she brought us in from the garden. She told me off for fighting with Neville.

I wasn’t fighting with him, I was just telling him to get out of the tent because I wanted it. He was fighting me because he didn’t want to move. He always does this. Every time I’m wanting to sit somewhere in particular, he’s there, hogging it. I’m fed up with it. So I don’t know why Mam blames me. Anyway, she put me in the run on my own, and actually, I quite like it.

I do sometimes miss cuddling up to Nev. I lay beside his run the other day, thinking he might come and chat, but he went to the other end. I don’t know why he doesn’t want to chat. Same reason he didn’t want to move, I suppose.

He’ll come around to my way of thinking in the end, and then he’ll want to sit beside me all the time. Then Mam will see we want to be together, and we’ll probably change runs again.

Mam’s thinking of changing the runs because she likes the new wall and doesn’t want to hide it any more. I like the new wall too. It’s a lovely blue colour.

Instead of the way Biggles’ old run was, she says she could make a three-panel run in line with the four panel one, stretching right along the room, and then either have the two shelves as an L shape, or put one of them somewhere else. She says it will be less crowded when the desk is finally put back together.

She’s thinking about changing the door as well.

That’s our Mam. Always thinking.

I think I’ll chat to you next week. We’ll be out of mourning for Bertie then. This is the seventh week since he died. It’s a long time. But it doesn’t seem long at all, too. Time is funny, but other people have said that on here, too.

See you next time

love

Roscoe xxx

We’re being decorated, partially

Way-aye, Roscoe here again.

I know I was going to tell you about Mam and her icecream, but I have more interesting news this week.

Our room is being decorated!

One of Mam’s other rooms is also being decorated. The man who came to fix Mam’s ceiling when we were in the front room has come back again, this time to make the middle room all beautiful. And while he was here he did the same to our back wall.

Mam spent all evening Monday and all day Tuesday moving boxes from the middle room and the shelves in our room. Some went into the summerhouse at the back, but most went into the living room. Wednesday morning we could hardly get in it for our cuddle! Mind you, also on Wednesday, Mam overslept, and was in the shower when the man came! She let him in, then went back to get dry, and dressed. That day we had our cuddles very late, but we still got them.

Thursday and Friday the man came again, but Mam had to go out with her car on Friday, so she was even earlier and didnt get time to cuddle us properly. We only had two pieces of cucumber and then we were on the floor for our run. And ten minutes later we were back in our houses, which she’d cleaned already.

Only Biggles went into the other run, Bertie’s one, which has been empty of course. Mam and the man moved the shelves out of our room into the one he’d been working on, and then he started working on our wall, turning it from white to dark brown. Then it dried a bit, and it’s light brown now. Mam came and looked at it when she got back with the car and said it was fine. I hope it’s not staying that colour, Mam?

Our back wall, all smoothed and dark

No, it’s not. It’s just drying out, then the man will be back this coming week to give it some undercoats, and she’ll finish painting it next weekend. She says she hopes we’ll like the colour, but it’ll mostly be hidden by the things on the shelves anyway.

And when she finishes painting the other room, the house will be finished!

Except for the repairs to the roof hips. And putting her desk back together. And the new oven to replace the one that doesn’t work.

But all the decorating will be done and Mam can unpack all the rest of the boxes, and anything that she doesn’t have room for wlll be stored in the summer house. Or get thrown out!

That’ll be good. I’ve noticed that Mam gets anxious when she’s surrounded by boxes. She’s been anxious all week. It’s not good for her.

And when the room’s all finished, she’ll be able to ask the lady at the rescue to do her checks so we can have some new friends here. Apparently, there’s one pair of ginger Abys (Elvis and Stevie); a pair with a long-hair and a short-hair ginger (Chas and Dave); and one with a long-hair ginger and a tricolour (Ginger and Guinea). And if the gingers aren’t right for us there’s a pair of black and white boys (Dennis and Franklin) who nobody seems to want. Mam’s had a lot of black and white boys. I get the impression she’d prefer ginger. You can see pictures of all of these except the ginger Abys on the lower part of this page link.

See you next week, maybe with an answer!

love

Roscoe xxx

We’ve moved!

It was all confusion on Saturday.  We got out of our runs for a cuddle as usual, and then we had a run on the floor. And Saturday is when Mummy weighs us and does our nails if we need them, and checks our teeth and so on, and after that she makes our runs all fresh with clean fleece and everything.  And then we go back for breakfast.

On Saturday she took AGES.  And she kept getting in our way, because she cleaned out the cages like normal, but then she took the tops off the cages and folded them up in the hallway, and then she took our cage bases up and took them out through the hall, and then she moved our table!  Well!  We were running around like mad, in fact we decided to hide from her in the boxes at the other end of the kitchen, because you never know what Mummy’s going to do next when she does things differently.  At least we didn’t have to get in our carry boxes and go to the vet or anything.

Anyway, we went back to our usual places when she got on with something in our cuddling room, and then Midge came down for his cuddle as usual, and Mummy picked up Oscar as usual and walked out of the kitchen with him!  Oh, no, where has she taken him? I thought, and I wheeked like mad to tell her she was doing everything wrong.  But after Kevin had his check up and cuddle and extras (he gets extras ‘cos he’s an old man), she picked me up and took me back to the cuddle room, and my cage was there, all ready for me!

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It’s pretty good, really, because Mummy comes and sits with us in the afternoons when it starts to get dark, before she goes back to work upstairs.  She told us we have to be out of the way before the builders arrive, and when they do there’ll be all sorts of funny noises that they make in the kitchen.  I think it’s all related to the day it started raining in the kitchen.  And apparently we’re going to have different colour walls when we go back sometime next week.

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Nothing’s happened to Kevin and Midge, they’re still upstairs in Mummy’s work room.  They do lead boring lives, not like me and Oscar.

So this is Percy, signing off for now from The Living Room (I’ve been watching something called The News).