K is for Kitchen!

Way-aye, Roscoe here.

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I was wondering about the letter K, because all I could think of was KALE. Bertie reminded me there used to be a hero here called KEVIN, but I never met him, and Bertie says he only met him once or twice.

So I asked Mam, and she said, well, where do you spend your mornings most days?

KITCHEN, I said.  So I found us some pictures of us pigs in our KITCHEN and Mam found a nice moving one of me checking the kitchen extension out. So here they are.

It’s nice, running around the kitchen.  Always some interesting smells to explore, although when Mam had a deep clean one time a lot of them disappeared. There are still a few lurking behind the cupboard door where the washing and heating machines are. But they’re very faint. And Bertie and I get to hang out under the closed table our cage used to be on. Mam can’t get there, except with something long and thin like a brush.

 

Yes, I like our KITCHEN.  And that’s it for K.  Next week, Bertie tackles L.  But in between that we celebrate Princelings Day on Thursday.  That’s Fred & George’s birthday, June 13th.  And that’s when our Tenth Anniversary official ends – so enter the Giveaway because Mam has that nice George’s Guinea Pig World notebook to give to one of our lucky fans!

See you next time

love

Roscoe xxx

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D is for Degu, and for Midge’s anniversary

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Hello!  Bertie here.  We’re blogging from A to Z once a week, through to September. Mummy says it’ll take us that long, but we need to spend more time eating grass outside, and not stuck in front of the computer.

D is for Degu!

I have a blogging friend who’s a degu.  It’s a small furry animal (like me) but not like me, as he has a long tail and he climbs very well, and he’s quite a lot different in other ways too.

Say hello to Joshua the Degu!

Degu Joshua Zigler

He’s a handsome chap, isn’t he? Joshua interviewed me and Roscoe on his mum’s blog.  My mum says we can interview him later in the year.  Maybe I for Interview.  But this is what I’ve found out about Degus.

  • Degus come from Chile originally
  • they are classed as rodents
  • they are even more sociable than guinea pigs!
  •  they have long silky coats, grey-brown in colour, and a long, thin tail with a tufted, black tip
  • they live to about 8 years old, although I think Joshua is older
  • they are supposed to typically weigh 300 gms.  That’s tiny compared with me.  I weigh 1500 gms.  I haven’t asked Joshua how much he weighs.
  • they are inquisitive and intelligent and have lots of different squeaks and sounds

Well, that sounds a lot like Joshua to me!

D is also for Death

This weekend was one year since Midge died.  That was a horrible evening.  Mummy went out to her bird meeting, and while she was away, Midge went all funny.  He lived with Percy in the run next to me, where Neville and Roscoe live now.  He started twitching and shaking, then he rolled over on his side and kept twitching. It was horrible, because Percy and I could do nothing.  Then Mummy came home and said hello to us, saw Midge, picked him up and cuddled him tight, and phoned the vet. Then she took him downstairs and stayed up all night with him, but he died in the morning.

 

We were very sad, but she let us sit with his body and say goodbye to him.  Actually, I found it very scary and didn’t really want to sit with him, but Percy told me to say goodbye or I’d regret it when I was older, and understood better.  I think he was right. I made sure I said goodbye to Percy when he went a month or so later.

I don’t like it when someone dies, but Percy said it’s natural, and everyone dies sometimes.  And then we go over the Rainbow Bridge to the place where everybody’s well and happy, and we can be with our friends again.

And Joshua says he understands because all his degu family have died, too.  That’s very sad.  But he has other friends to keep him company.

So that’s our post for D and next week we’ll do E which might be for exercise.  I think Eating would be better.

Have a nice week!

love

Bertie

It’s my birthday on Thursday

Hi there, Bertie here.  It’s my birthday on Thursday!  I’ll be two years old.  Biggles will be two, too.  Mummy says we can have a party in the living room again. I like parties.  We had a great time last year.

But now I feel sad, because last year I was with Midge and Percy having a good time.  Mummy says they were some of her favourite pictures of the year, the three of us gathered around my cake.

But this year we might all get together if I promise not to argue with Biggles.  Or Roscoe.  Roscoe and I have been having chats through our cages, and also chats on the floor in the kitchen when we change over.  But only short ones.  It’s because Roscoe’s older than me and doesn’t agree that I’m in charge. We have a conversation about it and then I try to put my foot down and Mummy steps in and picks one of other of us up before we can get cross with each other.  She wouldn’t need to do that if Roscoe would only agree with me.

On the diet front, we all lost weight this week except for Biggles.  Mummy’s very pleased with us.  We’re very pleased with Mummy, too, although she said she had a bad day yesterday.  If we doled out her food for her, she wouldn’t be able to help herself to other things.  That’s her problem, really.

Have a nice week and hopefully we’ll have some new party pictures for you next time.

Love

Bertie (aged 1) xxx

Bertie watches over Percy

I miss Percy dreadfully

I’m very sad at the moment. I was all alone upstairs in the run when Mummy took Percy to the dentist last week. Then I was all alone again when she took him somewhere else for a couple of nights. She did tell me what she was doing, but I didn’t understand, except for her coming back after two darks.

When she left, Percy had been wobbling about his cage a lot. He told me he was feeling very funny. Mummy said he’d had a funny turn at the dentists and she was glad he’d pulled through. He wasn’t all right though.

Then when she came home after the two darks Percy had gone over the Rainbow Bridge. I think I knew he’d gone after the first dark. There was a sort of shimmer in the fabric of guinea pig space. That’s what Percy told me about when Midge died. It’s the way we guinea pigs communicate across time and space. That’s what he said, anyway. I told him I didn’t understand and he said I would in time.

Then I asked what is time, and he said he wrote about it the other day. Fred wrote about it too. I said I didn’t know Fred, and he just said ‘you will’ in that funny way he did when he talked about time.

So I’m very confused and I’m on my own now.

I was very lonely and then Mummy brought me downstairs to the kitchen for my run and when she picked me up I went in a new cage in the kitchen. It’s not as big as the upstairs run, but it has got a little ledge for me to sit on and I can look out of the window and at Roscoe and Neville and Biggles. Roscoe stands up at the edge of his cage and looks back at me. I don’t really like it, but it’s better than being on my own upstairs when Mummy’s out.

She says she still talks to me when she’s upstairs as if I’m there, and she misses me, but it’s best if I’m with the other piggies. I have spoken to Neville during floor time. He’s very nice. I am still not talking to Biggles, though. Neville said I should because he’s nice too. Roscoe’s a bit scary on the floor and Mummy picks him up before she puts me down, but leaves Neville for a while so we can chat.

I miss Percy. And my upstairs run. Mummy says I’ll be back in it some day, probably in winter when I can’t go outside. It’s easier to go outside from here.

Mummy reminded me to tell you we’ll now be in mourning until mid-July. We were going to come out of mourning for Midge this week, but now we have seven more weeks, because that’s the right number for mourning.

But Mummy says we can still have a cake for Princelings Day like she’s been planning. That’s 13th June. Percy would have explained it all much better. I miss him.

Time is funny stuff

Hello, Percy here.  I hope you enjoyed the posts from Bertie and Roscoe in the past couple of weeks.

I’ve been sitting comfortably on my pile of hay, thinking deep thoughts.  Sometimes I sit in my tent, or my tunnel, or on my bed.  I now have both beds.  The newest one, which Midge and I got last autumn came back from the cleaners and I slept in it for a week, because it was Midge’s favourite, but I haven’t slept in it since.

Sometimes I go over to the place where Bertie’s cage starts and sit and watch what he’s up to.  But then I go back and sleep on my pile of hay.  Bertie is funny because he rarely sleeps in his bed.  He sleeps half in and half out.  Sometimes he puts his head on the bed and his body on the floor, and most times he puts his body in the bed and leans his head over the side. As long as he’s comfortable!

I don’t know why I don’t fancy sleeping in either of Midge’s and my beds at the moment.  Maybe they just remind me of him.  Maybe it’s because he’s not sleeping on top of the tunnel, facing me.  It’s only just gone three weeks since he left us, but it seems like months.

Then again, it’s a year since Kevin left us, and that seems like forever. Sometimes I wonder where he is and then I remember. I do that with Midge too. It’s funny to think I’ve had my lump all this time since Kevin left us.  Dr Sally thinks I’m a wonder.  I think that’s a good thing.

I’m fed up with my lump, though. Mummy always gives me a big cuddle when I have to have my meds but I’m fed up with having my meds. The chewy ones are okay though. I find it easier to bite things that stay in chunks rather than things that wrap around my teeth, like lettuce.  Mummy’s noticed I leave a lot of my breakfast.  I can’t really be bothered with it.  Bertie usually finishes it off, I think.  I like the herbs, though.  And the strawberry leaves. And my special pellets.

Why does time go fast, and then go slow? Why does it go fast when I’m sleeping, or when the sun’s out? Why is there more time for cuddles in the morning than in the evening?  I don’t know the answer to any of these questions. If you know, do tell me.

Percy’s still sad and his lump’s back

Hello everybody, it’s Bertie here.  I’m back!

Percy didn’t feel like blogging today.  He’s okay, he’s eating, which he wasn’t at the start of last week.  Mummy is much happier about him.  He’s on morning and evening meds because his lump has come back.  It’s moved though.  It’s now behind his jaw.  I can’t tell the difference but Percy says he can.  Mummy can feel it too.

We miss Midge. He was fun to live next door to, because I could tease him.  Percy’s not so easy to tease.  Mummy says I shouldn’t tease anyway because he’s not well. But Percy’s missing Midge, even though they did a lot of bickering recently.  Percy says Midge probably wasn’t well and we didn’t realise.  Okay.

We haven’t been out in the garden this week.  Mummy says it’s been cold and wet.  But it was sunny one day when we had visitors.  Mummy was pleased because it helped the house and garden look nice. Mummy’s been clearing all the boxes from our room, and tidying up her desk and our things.  It looks pretty good now, I can tell you.

Apart from that, I’m looking forward to going outside again, because I like the feel of real grass on my feet. The birds all sing at us too, and tell us off if there’s something they want in our run. A squirrel came and swung on the tube that hangs on a post nearby.  She was nearly as big as us, but had a long bushy tail.  I thought it was very clever the way she used her hands to take the pellets from the tube.  I just eat mine with my mouth, which she did too, but she also put her hand in the hole and pulled out some to put in her mouth.  Maybe I should try that.  I’ll let you know how it goes.

Apparently today’s the anniversary of the Great Escape from Jersey.  Percy says Kevin used to talk about it.  He came with Colman to live here and a lot of other piggies went all over the place.  I think someone still lives with Auntie Doris and Uncle Bob.  Here’s a photo of Kevin and Colman when Col was getting old.

Kevin with Colman

And here they are on the day they arrived here.  Percy has that white and red thing in his cage with him at present.  It’s to keep him company.

Colman and Kevin 30.4.12
Colman and Kevin April 30 2012