Bertie hides

Trouble and Strife

Percy here today. It’s been a difficult week. Mummy spent a lot of the time out – even stayed out two nights (Wednesday and Saturday). She left us lots of food so we were fine, but we got a bit tetchy and nervous.

Bertie was a pain, particularly on Friday. Mummy was in then, and told him to behave. He kept chattering at Midge; then Midge got upset and started jumping on me. He’s not as heavy as he was, but he’s still too heavy for me and, besides, I don’t need the attention! So I got cross with Midge. Mummy took him out of the run and put him in a carry box to cool off. He was a lot better for a while, then after Mummy said goodnight, he started again. Mummy came in to us and put him back in the box till morning! He grumbled about that, but he was fine in the morning.

Bertie was still being a pain on Saturday, but we put up with him a bit better. Mummy says he’s going through “a stage” and he’ll grow out of it. He’d better do that soon. Mummy threatened to swap him over with Biggles, who we get on with much better.

Another thing he did on Saturday: he went out of the back door! Only Hugo has ever done that before. Mummy heard a noise out on the patio while she was cuddling Oscar. She went to look, and saw Bertie coming back in!

Well, at least he was back inside. She’ll be keeping a good eye on him in future.

Dylan used to roam the garden, checking up on everyone, but he never went outside on his own. He knew it is Not Allowed. I just hope Bertie has learnt that now. He’ll get into real trouble if he’s not careful.

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We come out of mourning for Kevin tomorrow. It’s been seven weeks already. It seems a long time in some ways. Mummy says she still misses him loads. But we might have birthday cake on Wednesday – that’s Mummy’s birthday.

Mummy’s still sad

Kevin here today.  Percy did a jolly good job last week, didn’t he?  He asked me to take over today because we came out of mourning on Friday and he wasn’t sure what to say.

Neither am I, of course.  It seems a long time since Dylan left us to go over the Rainbow Bridge, but it seems Mummy’s only really been realising it over the past couple of weeks.  She told me she couldn’t believe he’d gone and it was because he missed Dougall so much, and I think for the first four weeks she was really numb, you know?  And she said for the last week or so she’s been crying because he’s gone, and she missed his geeky face looking at at her, and him trying to bite her nose – just playfully, of course.

I miss him when we’re out on the grass.  There are only the four of us, which means we have lovely big runs, and because Oscar and Midge can’t be left together I stay with Midge, and Percy runs around with Oscar.  Oscar still tries to shake the fence down between us.  He’s a scamp.  I get on fine with Midge, unless he’s trying to be bossy.  But I miss Dylan, and I miss Colman too, when we’re outside most of all.  But I reckon they’re having a great time over the Rainbow Bridge and Col hasn’t got any arthuritis to slow him down, so that’s good.  I’m having the nice biscuits he had for his arthuritis, one after cuddle time every day, and they’re very tasty.  I’m not having tubejuice any more, which is good too.  I wish Mummy would sort out the top of the ramp tunnel, though, it seems to need some glue or something.

Anyway, it just shows that seven weeks may sound a long time but someone very wise knew what they were doing when they made that our tradition.

Mummy took some videos of us on Friday and said she’d put them on our Youtube page.  So if she has, she’ll tell you how to get there at the end of this message.

Have a nice week.  Let’s hope the sun shines and the grass isn’t too wet. 🙂

We come out of mourning tomorrow

I can’t believe it’s seven weeks already since my brother Dougall died.  Mummy says she doesn’t believe it either, and she’s nowhere near ready to come out of mourning.  She says she still dreams of him lying in her arms when he wasn’t feeling well, and she gets very upset about it.  And I tell her that I still think of him sitting next to me, and wondering what’s going on, and me telling him what’s going on, because he couldn’t hear it.

Just chillin

I missed him a lot last Saturday when Mummy got the big noisy cleaning thing out and not only did under our cages, but did the light in the roof as well.  There were big long strands of stuff wafting about, made by the spiders that live up there.  She said they were catching her hair when she walked past us.  It’s always very scary when Mummy gets the big noisy cleaning thing out, and I hid in the tunnel to keep out of its way.  Oscar dashed about a lot, then hid in his grassy hutch, then hid in his fiddlesticks and pulled the hutch to cover one end to keep him safe.  Percy just wheeked like mad and jumped on his ledge.  He seemed to enjoy watching it.  Mummy said she hoped that doesn’t mean he’s deaf, like Dougall was.  It was the big cleaning thing that really made Mummy realise he really was deaf, and that was why she scared him so much when she suddenly arrived in front of our cage.  He would run a mile because she frightened him so.  And he just ignored the big scary thing.  It was funny, Mummy would come in and make the humungous noise with it, and we’d all go and hide (even when Victor and Humphrey lived next door, they’d hide too).  Dougall would just stand around watching Mummy with the stick thing wondering what she was doing.

Dougall on the hammock
Dougall on the hammock

The only thing that’s really changed now that he’s not here is that I don’t have to eat all my breakfast at once.  Mummy asked me if I was okay, because she came down at lunchtime and half my breakfast was still there.  But I can leave it for later, now, because it’ll still be there.  Somehow I think I’d rather have Dougall back, though.

PS.  I went to see Auntie Shirley and Uncle Barry about my teeth last week.  My back teeth are fine, it’s the funny thing growing beside my lower incisor that is causing me trouble.  It makes my gum sore, and I don’t want to eat.  Mummy is giving me lots of dry things like herbs, which don’t sting it, and lots of muesli, which I find easier to eat than pellets, and she’s giving me tube-juice and some aniseed flavoured gel afterwards.  I’m losing weight, but not so much as I was.  I hope it gets better soon.

Four weeks already

Hello, it’s Dylan.  I’m back, and I’d like to thank Kevin for looking after the blog for me.  He usually just does the Facebook page, and he does that very well.

It’s four weeks since my brother Dougall died.  It’s been very lonely without him, and I haven’t much wanted to talk to anyone.  Oscar looks through the bars as usual but he hasn’t been biting them.  I think he’s trying to be sympathetic.  I still run out on the floor in the morning, but it’s not much fun without Dougall.  I do all my usual things and then sit and wait for him, but then Mummy comes in with one of the others and I usually go back to my cage.  Mr Percy tries to make friends with me, but I don’t want friends, really.  Mummy says maybe I’ll feel more like chatting to them when the good weather comes.  That’s months away yet.

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It’s been cold and frosty the last couple of days. Mummy was bringing in fresh grass and leaves from the garden for the last couple of weeks because they were still growing and quite nice, but she says it won’t be worth it now.  There’s still some kale and other leaves in there she can pick for us, though.

We’re still in mourning for Dougall for three more weeks.  I can’t believe how quickly the time goes.  I don’t do much.  Although Mummy said she realises it was Dougall who was drinking and weeing so much, and she’s put me back on the fleece this week.  She says it must have been his kidneys, or else just that his time had come.  She tells me this sort of thing when we have cuddles.  I often have cuddles in the evening as well.  It helps, a little bit.

See you next week.

Seven weeks went by

Seven weeks went by and we changed from end of summer to deep dark, damp winter.  That’s what it seems like anyway.  It’s a long time since Humphrey left us and Midge and Oscar came.

It’s an even longer time since Fred left the house, and Dougall and I weren’t even alive then.  Yesterday was his Thinking day and Mummy thought about him a lot.  She talked to me about him during our morning cuddle too.  She said only Hector remembers Fred, George, and Hugo now, and I should learn all I can from him so I can pass on their wisdom to the next generation. Continue reading “Seven weeks went by”

All quiet here

It’s all quiet here at the Famous Five’s hang-out.  I don’t know why because Humphrey was very quiet.  I suppose Dougall and I are feeling a bit down and there’s a big empty cage next to us.  It’s a bit scary to tell the truth.

Mummy says we’re in mourning for seven weeks as usual, and that takes us to 19th November.  That’s a long way away.  It’s the day after Fred’s anniversary and it’s only a week before our birthday :O Continue reading “All quiet here”