We got Christmas presents!
There’s a lot of stuff about Christmas presents around at the moment. I seem to remember that last year we got our blue pattern beds and tunnels. I got the bed, and I really enjoyed it until Biggles and Bertie came along.
I realised the other day that this has been my problem, really. I had a nice quiet life here, in a large cage on my own. Then they came and I uncled them until they were getting feisty, and Mummy moved me (and my bed) upstairs to live with Midge. We lived next door to each other for a bit, then Biggles and Bertie fell out, and I moved in with Midge (with my bed) and Bertie came to live next door.
Most of the time Midge and I get along okay. I let him sleep on my bed and he lets me sleep in his tunnel. Just lately he’s been bossing me a lot, and I don’t like that. Sometimes I have to complain loudly. Mummy gets worried about us then.
The other day we were really having arguments with each other – about who lay in the tunnel, I think -and Mummy decided to see if I should have a break. She swapped me and Bertie over. Bertie and Midge lasted about an hour before she decided that wasn’t working, so she put Bertie back with me. I thought it was nice of her to keep my bed with me, by the way. She’s very thoughtful that way.
Bertie and I managed most of the day together, but towards the evening he started to get on my nerves. He just invades my space, you know? All the time, he wanted to sit next to me. Or in front of me with his nose in my face. Well eventually I had to tell him to go away, and we had a bit of an argument.
So Mummy put me back with Midge. And my bed.
I suppose, in the end, it’s how it must be. Midge and I are grumping along as usual. It’s fine.
I wonder what we’re going to get for Christmas this year? Bertie says he wants a snuggle-sac, but he’s got one he doesn’t use. I think Midge and I could do with another bed so that we can each sleep on our own. The boys downstairs probably don’t need much. Some extra hay, or special herby things, perhaps.
What would you like for Christmas?
It’s official. I’m a big boy now. I’m 1.3 kg and I take up all of Mummy’s arm when she’s carrying me around. I’m almost as big as Percy.
It happened quite slowly. I mean it wasn’t, one day I’m small and the next day I’m big. But now I’m big, and Mummy asked if I was going to keep growing or stop. I don’t know, Mummy.
I don’t think I’ll get as big as Midge. Midge is huge. He likes sleeping most of all, and Mummy often tries to take photos of him without him waking up. She thinks she managed it with this one. It’s not very flattering for Midge, but it does show off all his biggest bits.
I still run up and down my ramp, though. I’m not too big to do that. Mummy says that I should keep doing that until I get old. I asked how old, and she said Colman stopped when his joints got creaky. But she managed to make it so Kevin could still go up and down even when his joints got creaky, so there’s no reason I can’t go up and down forever. Mummy talks forever sometimes. You just have to listen and put up with it.
Percy wondered whether we should get one of the downstairs boys to blog. I don’t know if that means he wants to stop. Maybe he wants me to stop. It would make sense to have a view from the kitchen. Percy and I live next door to each other, after all. Percy is looking very well. His lump looks like it has disappeared. Percy says it isn’t as large as it was, and he’s perfectly happy about that. I think Mummy is too.
So Midge is fine, Percy’s fine, and I’m a big boy now. That’s good, isn’t it?
Hi Percy here.
Midge and I went to see Shirley and Barry, the tooth specialists, last week. I objected strongly to having my teeth examined, but Auntie Shirley held me by my shoulders and tummy , and Mummy held my back feet, which was surprisingly reassuring, and I let Uncle Barry look at my teeth and file one corner of one which had grown a bit. They all agreed that my lump does not intrude on my mouth, and that it does make me wear my incisors slightly unevenly. I don’t mind Mummy rasping my top incisors, but I object to the bottom ones being down. Shirley did my bottom ones 😦
Midge seems to have worn down his top teeth, which might be one of the reasons he had a sudden loss of weight, but there was nothing to cause him pain. He had some of his lower molars filed but nothing clipped off. His incisors are very big, but have ‘perfect occlusion’. While they were looking at them, Shirley noticed his tongue. Mummy said that the other day it looked a bit sore, although it didn’t the day we went to see Shirley and Barry.
You know how your tongue is attached to the base of your mouth with a sort of membrane? Ours attaches more to the sides. Mine is about halfway along my tongue, behind my cheek folds. Midge’s is far further forward, almost level with the corners of his lips! So he probably has trouble using his tongue. Mummy wondered if it stopped him clearing his mouth properly, and that was why it was always stuffed with food? I think you’re being over-generous there, Mummy. Midge’s mouth is always stuffed with food because he’s worried he might go hungry.
Mummy didn’t get a photo to show you, but here are some photos of Midge, me and the others taken eating the lovely parsley Auntie Shirley gave us from her garden.
So you see, some good comes from our trip to the dentist.
P.S. The lab report came back. I have a sarcoma. It might spread, or it might not. Dougall had a sarcoma but they took his out, because it was on his hip. Mummy’s stopped giving me medicine unless she thinks I need something. I’m very happy with all of that. Now perhaps I can have some peace and quiet.
Hello. Bertie here. I’ve been very good this week. I’m always good, of course. Sometimes Mummy interprets my behaviour differently from me. She says I’m growing up.
Apart from Oscar, who’s insufferable, I don’t argue with anyone any more. Midge and Percy seem to be okay with me checking up on them every now and then. Mummy laughs because I use the same hand signals as Percy. Well, of course I do, I asked him how to tell Mummy I was ready to go for a run when I’d had my cucumber. He told me to leap up onto her coat and pat the corner where her arm joins her body. Now I do that and she knows it’s time for my run. It works!
Usually the morning is the most exciting time of our day. This week it’s been the evening, after it gets dark. There have been lots of bumps and bangs every day. On two nights we had a series of noises going bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang. Very deliberately and evenly. I said to Percy I wished they’d stop. He said he wished they’d stop as well. Then they stopped. They started again later. There have been other bangs and noises too. Mummy says its fireworks, there’s nothing to worry about, and she wishes they would just stop. We get fireworks sounds from the hotel at the end of the village every Saturday and most Thursdays. So we know by now they’re nothing to worry about. But these were closer, and earlier in the evening. Percy says he remembers them from this time last year. We just have to put up with it for about ten days. Mummy gets very cross about it, though.
So, that’s what’s been going on this week. Except that Midge lost a lot of weight this week, a whole 100 grams. Mummy’s taking him to see Auntie Shirley and Uncle Barry in a few days time. She says he’s nearly down to a normal weight for a guinea pig, so there’s nothing to worry about. She thinks it’s his teeth, because he had so much gungy food in his mouth she couldn’t see them. That makes sense, sort of.
Bertie here. I’ve had a terrible time this week. Okay, we went out on the grass for a couple of hours earlier in the week, but then it all changed.
And I mean CHANGED.
One day I was down having floor time in the kitchen like normal, and I came back to find my cage had gone! The bottom part was empty, well with white pads lying all over it, and none of my things. Mummy put me in my loft – and the ramp had gone! There was a panel across the top where I usually stand and watch her. I found another ramp on the other side, but it was steeper and the wrong colour. I couldn’t bear to go down it. Besides, I didn’t know where it led.
After a bit Mummy picked me up and put me down a level. Well, she tried to push me towards the ramp tunnel first, but I wasn’t having any of that. So she put me downstairs with Midge! Well, that was a surprise. I like teasing Midge. We chatted a bit, and he grumbled a bit about having me mess up his nice clean cage. We don’t usually have clean cages midweek. After a while I went back upstairs to have a snooze in my tent.
Later Mummy came back so I came down again. She put Percy in my other run, the one she’d covered with white stuff. I didn’t see much of Percy. He hid in the zebra snugglesac, which smelled funny. Then Midge got all antsy about me being there, and told me off. And I told him off, because Mummy had given me the ramp so she must mean me to use it. And he said nobody asked him, and I said something else, and anyway we got into a bit of a fight.
Mummy took me out and put me in my loft. She took the ramp away and put the other panel across. So I was all caged in and in a tiny run. I tell you, it’s mistreatment and somebody ought to pay for it!
I went out on the kitchen floor the next morning. Percy didn’t come down. He was wobbling around
my his cage like he was drunk or something. He spent most of his time in his zebra sac or his tartan tunnel. Mummy took him downstairs on his own a few times, well lots of times. She brought us up some nice things sometimes, grass and things called clover. I had another run on the kitchen floor that afternoon, too. That’s new. The next day (Friday) was much the same, but Percy was more himself, walking around better. He was eating hay and food too. I thought I might get his leftovers like we had the night before, but no.
Saturday all went back to normal. Mummy cleaned both parts of my run out and put my proper ramp back. Percy went back to Midge. They bickered a lot. Midge was jealous that Percy had special treatment. Percy says it’s very painful and you have to eat horrid tasting foods. He’s still got his lump. You can see how big it is because his hair’s been cut off. There’s a funny line across the lump; it looks like it’s been joined together somehow. Percy says he’s had an operation but Dr Sally couldn’t get the lump out, so he’s keeping it. Well, if it’s his, why not?
So all is back to normal, Percy’s keeping his lump, and Mummy says Percy’s hair will grow back pretty soon. It’s not very pretty, though. And I was only mistreated for three nights, shut up in a 2×2 cage.
Mummy says I should think myself lucky, I might have had to go in the 100 cage on a floor somewhere without any of my things. That’s not nearly as nice.
Oh, all right then.
Percy seems all right to me. He hasn’t changed since Saturday.