We’re in Hampshire. Sometimes it’s sunny, sometimes it’s dark, and sometimes it rains. Mummy just put the light on and said “It’s nearly 5 o’clock! But I suppose it would be later in Hampshire.”
This is very strange statement. Why would it be later in Hampshire? Roscoe told you it was after 4 last week in Norfolk, when Mummy put the light on. It seems a big jump from after 4 to nearly 5. Is that what Mummy’s talking about? Help!
We all have cages here now. Roscoe and I have the freedom of the house at run time in the morning. We mostly go from the kitchen to the living room and back. Mummy showed us the room that hasn’t got a hole in the wall any more. It’s got big glass doors like we have at home. Well, Norfolk home. She said we could run around in there too. Roscoe and I agreed we don’t trust the carpet.
We also agreed it’s best if we go back to the kitchen where the fleece is to wee and poop. There is a plastic sheet in front of our cages in the living room, but that covers the nice soft carpet. We think we should help Mummy keep it clean.
Mummy made some funny smells yesterday. One was in the kitchen. She said something about uncle Richard’s grill not working. The microwave bit works okay though. That’s why he and auntie Gill came round on Saturday. To bring Mummy a microwave. She uses that to make her dinner. I don’t understand it myself.
The other smell is from the bedroom. Mummy says she’s painting it. I’m sure this all makes sense to you. We just say “yes, Mummy,” and get back to what we’re doing.
Talking of dinner, Mummy gave us some strange multi-coloured and funny shaped pellets in our bowls. She said it’s called muesli. I quite like it, but Roscoe says he’d rather have the tasty pellets. Biggles doesn’t like the muesli at all and refuses to eat it. Well, Mummy just smiled. I heard what she said about Biggles’ weight last week. It’s one way of making him lose weight, I suppose.
We’re coming back to Norfolk before next weekend. Don’t we have an exciting life?!
That Bertie told you the news last week: I’m all by myself again.
To tell the truth, it’s not bad. I can sit beside Neville’s run, and chew on the bars a bit if I want a chat. Most times he comes over. Sometimes he doesn’t. Sometimes he comes and sits by the bars when I’m doing something else, so if I’m too busy I ignore him.
I noticed yesterday, no Saturday, he and Biggles got a clean underpad. Normally we get an underpad and new fleece at the same time, about every five days, although Mam does change those disposable pads more often. I wonder if Mam’s realised that it’s Neville who’s been weeing a lot, not me. I know she took us both to see Dr Sally after Christmas, because she was worried one of us had something the matter, but Dr Sally couldn’t see anything obvious. I quite like seeing Dr Sally. After she’s had a good feel of my tummy, which is a bit uncomfortable sometimes, she gives me a cuddle, which makes up for it.
So anyway, Mam’s worked out what needs doing, my feet are getting better because I keep my fleece drier, and Biggles and Neville are getting to stay drier with the extra pad change.
Bertie’s his usual self. Although Mam’s a bit disappointed with him, as he’s taken to nipping her cheek when he’s on her shoulder at cucumber time, if he wants more or wants to go for a run. She told him off severely yesterday. A lot of good that’ll do, Mam!
We’re waiting to find out if we’re going to Hampshire next weekend. Mam wants to go, but if she’s going for a few nights she’ll take us with her and have a little holiday too. Or do some decorating. She says the wifi should be working on Saturday, so we might be able to blog.
Bertie was all worried we wouldn’t be able to blog and remind you it’s his birthday the following Friday. Biggles and Bertie will be THREE years old. Doesn’t time fly? Mam thinks I’m five now, and Neville four, but Neville might be the same as me, she doesn’t know. Neither do I, I never thought age was important.
Anyway, Mam says we’ll be back here for a birthday party that weekend, so there’ll be pictures next time I blog 🙂
See you then, have a good week. January is nearly over, and the afternoons stay lighter longer. Mam didn’t put our light on till 4 pm yesterday!
Hello, Bertie here! We’re both going to blog today because it’s an exciting story.
Aye, and it’s Christmas this week too.
Two more sleeps. Well, two for mummy, about fifteen for us.
Aye, I reckon you’ve got that right, Bertie.
But first – a report on our missing week. We were in Hampshire, but not the place we’ve been before.
Aye, you knew that, eh – but you didn’t know that Mam’s bought a new house, did you? Well, she has, and we stayed in it for about a week.
We had our holiday cages and runs on the floor in what Mummy calls the living room. It’s got fawn coloured carpet with brown flecks in it, and one day Mummy came in with mud on her shoes when she gave us some things she’d found in the garden—
Not much, she said there wasn’t much to eat in the garden, not even dandelions.
Biggles like the new grass
Neville and Roscoe tuck in
Bertie eats fresh leaves
— yes, not much except grass, but she left mud on the carpet, and when she wooshed it up, she couldn’t see the marks in amongst the brown specks. She called it a magic carpet.
That’s not all she wooshed. The second afternoon she came back from Auntie Anne’s with a big blue bag. It all unfolded on the floor next to us, then she wooshed it for ages, and it turned into a big bed for her. She’d been sleeping on cushions before. And you know, I didn’t realise, but she sleeps in a red snugglesac. It’s a bit longer than ours, and she sort of backs into it with her feet first, instead of walking in and turning round—
I don’t think it was wide enough to turn around in.
— and she lies down and goes to sleep in it. For most of the night.
And a bit more. She hasn’t been waking up till it’s already light. Mind you it’s not very light in the mornings because it keeps raining.
And yesterday was the winter solstice, so the nights start getting a bit shorter again.
Have you said about our adventure with the tunnels yet?
No, I haven’t had time with you interrupting, like. Mam put our blue tunnel in the kitchen for our morning run. The kitchen is a good bit smaller than our one here (we’re back in Norfolk now) and the third day she put our tunnels so they led from the kitchen to the living room. Well, Bertie and I weren’t going to let a chance like that go by, were we?
No we weren’t.
So we went through the tunnels, making sure Mam meant for us to do it, and she was watching us and encouraging us, so we went right ahead.
We did. It was fun.
Bertie wonders where Roscoe went
Then we did the same the next day.
And you said we could the one after, but Mummy didn’t put the tunnels down, and you went anyway, and came back again to report.
It was grand. I reckon there’s a whole house to explore when we next go down there.
It’s a long way though.
Ach, it’s fine if you go to sleep.
I do. And I hide under my bed, too.
I hide under Neville’s coat.
Do you think we’re going back again?
Not before Christmas. And I think Mam said something about getting a small van for a sofabed and our big cages, just for a trip down and back the next day.
She left things there, you know. Including the cushions.
Yes, but I think the bed’s still there for her. Auntie Anne came with the mini-aunties to meet us, but she didn’t take it away with her.
She took the mini-aunties though. They were nice, I liked them.
Ah, right, they were okay. You can never really trust little hands until you get to know them, though, and sometimes even then.
You don’t like mini-aunties?
I liked them well enough. Nev and me have bad memories of mini-aunties. I’ll just wait a little to get to know them.
They really liked me. And Biggles too. He did his best impression of a teddy bear for them.
He does do that well.
And we saw Auntie Teresa again, and her man, Uncle Lee. Dani was too busy though.
I wonder if it’ll always be that busy when we go and live there.
Is that what’s going to happen?
Yes, Mummy said so. She wants to get our room sorted out first; there’ll be some banging when they change the window into a door and change the floor or something, I think that’s what she said.
It all sounds very complicated.
Well, you know Mam.
Yes, I know Mummy. I wonder when we’re going again?
Mam says we may be going on holiday to Hampshire next week. I was just having thoughts of that nice room with the warm floor, where Mam makes her food and ours in our sight, and then she’ll be sitting on the sofa and watching us. And maybe Aunties and Uncles coming to cuddle us.
Roscoe and Neville in Hampshire
Our room set up in Hampshire
With Uncle Phill and Auntie Cathy
Then she said we’re not going to that place.
If we go, and it’s not certain yet, we’ll be going to a new house, with no furniture in it. It’ll have carpet on the floor, and it’ll be heated, and have lights, and a kitchen and a bathroom, but nothing else. That sounds a bit strange to me, so I gave her a funny look. She just winked at me and didn’t tell me any more.
She’s been out a lot last week. Sometimes she says she has to catch the bus into the city, and sometimes she’s gone way before breakfast time and come back after cucumber time. She’s left us plenty of food each time, so don’t get the idea I’m complaining, ‘cos I’m not. I’m just saying. Well, actually, she gave us breakfast and hay but no pellets on Thursday. That was the day she went to Hampshire and back and why she went so early and came back late. But she went by train, so she could read a book. I told you Mam was sensible most of the time. She gave us our pellets at cucumber time.
Apparently we’ve got to get ready for Christmas as well. But if we go on holiday next week we may not have internet, and so we won’t be able to blog, or get ready for Christmas, or anything.
It’s sleepy time now, after our exhausting trip through the alphabet.
We’ve all been right tired after coming back from Hampshire. Mam was tired too. She said the drive was very long, with lots of long stops for accidents and things. We just went to sleep in our boxes, but it was a long way, and we wobbled around in our boxes on some of the roads. Still, at least we were with our Mam. I don’t mind travelling as long as Mam’s with us.
We’re in a different Zone here. We’re in Hampshire again. Hampshire’s in the South. Norfolk is in the East. Those are different zones, or regions, of our country.
I like Hampshire. Mummy is looking for a new house for us here. I like this one but it’s only for holidays. She was chatting to the nice owner Gill, who brought us some tomatoes. They discussed the house we’re looking for and said this plus the one next door would be perfect. But Mummy’s going out every day to look at others, and to see family. I like family. They came here last time.
With Uncle Phill and Auntie Cathy
Z is also for The End of the alphabet. The End of our A to Z. It’s taken us all the way from April. We’ve had the whole of summer, eaten all the grass in the garden, met some foster babies, and changed around a bit.
The foster babies weren’t babies any more when they went back to Sophie on Thursday. Apparently they went to their new forever home yesterday. They’ve been eating all our food, obviously.
So, that’s the end of our A to Z Challenge. Roscoe sends his love. I hope you enjoyed our efforts.