This is where she gets ideas from

Way-aye, Roscoe here again.

We were all alone Saturday and half of Sunday while Mam went out enjoying herself. She left us well supplied, mind, even hiding a stalk of broccoli in our hay piles for each of us.  We found them all too soon, but it was a nice thought, and we kept teasing Biggles because he hadn’t found it first.  Apparently she got a big bag of broccoli stalks from Mr Tesco because silly people break long stalks short, not realising how delicious they are.  Mr Tesco has to throw them away unless someone like Mummy asks if she can take them for the animals.  She sometimes uses the word ‘rescued’ too.

Anyhow, we had a peaceful Saturday and Sunday.  She came home around midday and we went into our usual morning routine; cuddle, cucumber, runtime, clean cages and breakfast.  We had super-clean cages with fresh hay and some of us had our tunnels and beds missing.  They didn’t come back until nearly bedtime, and they were lovely and warm, as well as clean and dry.

The downside was we all had stuff tickled onto our skin behind our ears.  We’re used to this, and I think Mam was impressed how we all stayed still waiting for her to finish, and presented the right ear at the right time.  It’s something to make the itches disappear.    Apparently she saw Uncle Bob and Auntie Doris when she was out, and discussed Biggles’ touchy spots and my bitey spots. So Mam took action as soon as she got home. This is where she gets her ideas from.  She shouldn’t go meeting people, really.

Roscoe with Ivomectin behind his ears

Mam said she also saw Auntie Kate and Auntie Julie.  They all got together because Auntie Kate was doing something very special called a wedding.  Oh, and Auntie Meggy and Mr M were there too, but I don’t know about them.  Apparently Kevin and Colman knew all the people I’ve been talking about.  We’ve only met Auntie Doris and Uncle Bob. You’ve seen the pictures but I’ll show you again in the picture at the top of the page.  Mam said there weren’t any guinea pigs at the wedding, but a dog called Dexter held the rings for them, whatever that means.

So, that was all the news for this week.  Except that a lot of the boxes Mam’s been packing up have disappeared. She says they were nearly all books, and they’ve gone to new homes.  There’s a bit more room in our room, though.

See you next time

Roscoe xx

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.

 

Dougall’s gift to us all

I’ve been feeling a bit itchy.  Midge said he was itchy, and that Oscar was very itchy, and that made him very grumpy.  I thought Oscar was always grumpy, but maybe I’m being unkind.

Dougall with his haircut off

Anyway, Mummy got itchy on her wrist and guessed what the cause was.  So we’ve all had Ivermectin spot-on to get rid of our mites, or lice, or whatever was making us itchy.  And Mummy thinks that they jumped off Dougall onto Dylan and Oscar, then jumped off Dylan onto me and the others.  And then she remembered what a terrible time Dougall had with mites when he was little, around the time he grew his hair, then had it cut off to help him control the mites. Around the time when Mummy got her sore eyes, which have recently been diagnosed as an allergic reaction causing eczema, whatever that is.  Well, it’s a sore and red itchiness round Mummy’s eyes, that has had her unhappy for – well, nearly four years.  And it’s been a lot better since Christmas, but then the specialist gave her a cream which fixed it.  And then Dyl went, and Mummy says she hasn’t even got the runny nose now, although that could just be coincidence that her cold has finished.

Poor Mummy – all that time she’s been suffering because of being allergic to Dougall and Dylan.

She’s says she’d rather have the itchy eyes and have them back, though.

I love Mummy.  She’s wonderful ❤

Oh dear :O

Mummy took me, Dougall and Kevin to the vet last week for a checkup.  She said we didn’t seem very happy at the moment.  Well, she was quite right, I haven’t felt really happy since Victor died, although Colman’s birthday party was fun.  We came out of mourning for Colman on Friday, in case you haven’t noticed.  Seven weeks already.  It doesn’t seem very long.  Although we’ve been missing him for ages.  Isn’t time funny?

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So, we went to see Dr Sally for a ‘senior check-up’.  Senior?  Oh, I suppose so – it’s our fourth birthday at the end of next week.   Continue reading “Oh dear :O”