Way-aye, Neville here. I stepped in because neither Roscoe nor Biggles want to write today. They're feeling tired and distressed. That's what they say in the newspapers, you know. Trouble is Locksley, as usual. You know he's fallen out with everyone, like? Well, I put up with him most of the time, so he thinks …
I am smart, good-looking, will cuddle up to you if you need me, and I'm totally adorable. So why does Mummy say I'm a monster? Okay, that Roscoe told tales about me fighting him a few weeks ago. And when I sneaked into Bertie's run while Mummy was snoozing on Friday evening, well, it was …
It's not my fault! I had nothing to do with it. I was nowhere near Roscoe when he got into a fight. I had nothing to do with it. It wasn't my fault he put his neck between somebody's teeth. It was dark. Why do you always pick on me? Just because I'm the youngest! …
Sigh. Yes, my lump is back again. Percy here, of course. I have a lump on my cheek. Mummy and Dr Sally spent a lot of time last year looking at it. Sometimes Dr Sally gave me a rest on her bed while she took a look at it more closely. One time I came …
Hello, Bertie here today. Last week was funny. We went out in the garden on Monday and Tuesday. The next day it started raining so we didn't go again until Saturday. We still got our floor time in the morning. One of those days I got into a bit of an argument with Oscar when …
Dylan here, reporting on the newbies. We've been getting along fine really. Midge keeps trying to tell me that he's bigger and better than me, and biting the bars and trying to stand up taller than me. I just lie in my hammock and let him. Young upstart. I seem to remember I did that …
