roscoe in the hay

Everything seems settled now

Way-aye, Roscoe here again.

We were just feeling all settled this week, nice run, a bit of sun so we had some grass time on Saturday… and then Mam goes and puts that sticky stuff behind our ears. It’s meant to get rid of things that make us itch, and it does. The trouble is, she cleans out the whole cage, washes all our lovely cuddly cage wear, and leaves us in the clean run with a handful of hay and just our tents to hide in.

She does as much washing as she can, mind. It wasn’t a good drying day yesterday, so we didn’t get our bed back. Well, Bertie and Biggles got theirs back, but for some reason ours still wasn’t dry by bedtime. Mam left our tents in for us instead. Neville kept going in mine, so I told him rather strongly that it was mine, not his.

The trouble with having clean cages is we haven’t got enough hay built up to really have fun with it. We’ve got enough to eat, but it spreads a bit thin when you try to lie on it too. And as for tunnelling in it, well, forget it.

But apart from that, everything seems pretty settled now. Mam is always busy around the house. Maybe she was always busy but she had two floors of house to look after, so we don’t know what she did when she was downstairs. It seemed yesterday that she was always doing something; cleaning our room, cleaning all the windows, putting our dry things away. Putting her dry things away. Doing things on the little computer. Doing things on the big computer (I use the little one when she lets me get hold of it.)

So now we’ve got rid of the itches, and everything’s settled down.

Except Mam says we may have a party on Friday and get renamed the Victory Four. It’s like the Jubilee Seven, but different.

Watch this space!

So long for now

Roscoe xxxx

Mummy put stuff behind my ears

Percy here again!  Kevin had things to say the last two weeks, but I’m back now.

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I’ve been complaining to Mummy about the service recently.  She doesn’t give me the things I like most for breakfast.  Like carrots.  She said I was too heavy.  Then we had hay which didn’t taste good.  She took it away after a couple of days, but still.  Then she asked me why I wasn’t eating my food.  Well, I was too busy wheeking at you to tell you off, wasn’t I?  Anyway, on Saturday you made me show you my teeth to make sure I didn’t have something wrong.  No, I haven’t got anything wrong, I just want more carrots.  That’s why I’ve lost weight.  I know you thought I was too heavy, but now I’ve lost some weight, so I need my carrots.

Then she gave us all wet stuff behind my ears.  She said it was to stop us itching.  Well, I was a little itchy, but that wasn’t putting me off my food.  Oscar says she was scratching her wrist after cuddling us, so that’s why she knows someone has something on them they shouldn’t have.  Perhaps it came from that smelly hay, Mummy.

Anyway, she gave me some carrot yesterday and today.  And I’m not itching.  Maybe I was a little, but I’m not now.

Mummy does funny things sometimes.  Kevin says we all say that. Well, we’re right.