four sleepy boys

It’s all coming together, apparently

Way-aye, Roscoe here again.

We’ve been in Hampshire for over a week now, I lose track a bit. Mam says we’ll be moving into our permanent room in a few days. She was going to finish painting over the wallpaper of the room we’re in yetserday, but realised that she didnt have to do it while we were here, she could wait till later in the week.

That was very considerate of her. Painting is what she was doing to those green leaves. She wasn’t taking them off and putting them in a pot, she was putting paint on her brush from the pot, and putting the paint over the green squiggles to hide them. I got it all round the wrong way! Anyway, she’ll finish painting the whole wall the same colour. She did the one behind our cages before we came down last, so we didn’t have to cope with the smell. Judging from her painting over the squiggles, it isn\t a bad smell, but, yes, I’d rather not.

There’ll be some plastering and painting to be done in our room, but hopefully it won’t last long, and it’s only one wall.

The furniture’s arriving at the end of next week. Then Mam will have to reconstruct our run so she says. So we’ll be in cages a while more. That’s fine by me, the cages are just as nice. Bertie’s not so keen, but he’s in the small cage. Mam gives him extra floor time to make up for it.

So it’s all going well, sort of, and we like it here. I think Mam does too. But she’ll be pleased when the furniture’s here and she has finished unpacking boxes of stuff that goes in it.

four sleepy boys

She asked us if we wanted to go on holiday with her for a rest after it’s all finished.

No, I’ll just stay here resting, thank you very much.

See you next time

Roscoe

PS I should comment about the new hay we had last night. It came from a huge bag, which Mam says doesn’t fit in any of the cupboards. It comes from a place called Devon, and its very yummy. Of course, our own Norfolk hay is very yummy too, but we’ve only got one more bag of that left.

Neville and Roscoe settle in

Run or Cage? That is my question

Way-aye, Roscoe here again, ‘here’ being Norfolk.

Once upon a time, we lived downstairs in the kitchen bit, in our nice big cage. I think Biggles had his cage next door, and Bertie was upstairs with Midge and Percy. Then after Midge and Percy went over the Rainbow Bridge, we all moved upstairs to the run.

You’ve seen pictures of the run, so you know how it is. You’ve seen pictures of the cages too. They’re pretty much the same size as the run, well mine and Nev’s, at any rate.

Down in Hampshire, we now have the cages. Ours is in the middle, Biggles is alongside our short end one side, and Bertie is the other end, and their cages stick out a bit. Mam says that’s more or less the layout for when we move into our room there, the ‘office’.

You know, I like being in the cage. It’s nice and bright, and there’s a bit of privacy with the sides. Bertie’s been getting a lot of exercise standing up and looking at us. It’s much better than him biting the bars all the time.

Mam would like Biggles to stand up and look in too. He’s quite capable of it, because he stands up at the side when Mam brings us cucumber.

But I think the plan is for us to have the runs rebuilt all on one level in the same plan as the cages. Mam says it’ll be better for her back.

So that’s my question really. Cages or runs? They both seem good to me. But given the choice, which would you pick?

See you next time, when we’ll be back in Hampshire. Mam’s warned us there’ll be some banging next time, but she might take us out for a drive if it’s really bad.

Bye for now,

Roscoe xxxx

Roscoe solo

All change again!

Hello, Bertie here!

I’m pleased to tell you I’ve been a very good boy this week, and Mummy’s very happy with me.

Roscoe, on the other hand, is in the doghouse. I wonder why they call it a doghouse? He’s moved into Biggles cage and Biggles has moved in with Neville again.

Mummy got fed up with the way Roscoe kept on at Neville. Then she saw a video from Auntie Sophie with some boars she was match-making with, and showed them starting to face up to each other, so she separated them. Well, Neville and Roscoe have been doing that for weeks. So the next time they started, Mummy decided it was time to separate them.

She did this last summer, if you remember. After about four weeks Roscoe and Neville spent most of their time lying together with the cage panel separating them, so she decided they’d made up.

This time, Roscoe has been lying next to the fence panel, but Neville has kept well away. Then when Neville was by the fence panel, Roscoe went to the other end of his cage and nonchalantly ate some pellets. Apparently, because their fence panel is underneath my cage, so I have to guess what’s going on, although Biggles will tell me if I ask him politely enough.

So that’s where we are at the moment. And Mummy took a picture of the big hole in the wall they made last week.

Apparently it’s been filled in with glass doors, so it doesn’t get cold and wet indoors. Looks like there’s some nice grass there to be explored, doesn’t it?

More news next week. Hope you have a nice week with not too many holes in your walls.

Love

Bertie xxxxx

Bertie in tthe tunnel

The sun has stopped shining on me

It’s sunny today.  Yesterday was dull and wet and windy.  Mummy still went out in her golfing uniform.  I think she has a special coat for golfing in rain.

I have noticed that the sun has stopped shining on the end of my cage.  This is very puzzling.

When I was upstairs, the sun didn’t shine on my run until after Midge died.  Then it started shining on the end of my run in the afternoons.  Mummy moved my water-bottle so it didn’t get shined on.

Bertie at end of run

Then when I came downstairs, after Percy died, the sun shone on my waterbottle earlier in the day, but after it had checked out Biggles’s cage.  You could tell it was coming because it would stop shining on Biggles’s cage, (although Mummy had a cloth across the end of it so his waterbottle was in shade), and then it would come to mine.  So Mummy put a cloth across the top of my cage too.

Bertie in the grey cage

It was strange, because then it tried to creep forward to get in the cage anyway.  Then it gave up and started to move further back, and now it’s stopped shining in my cage at all, although it’s still looking in Biggles’ cage.  But not for long.

Mummy took the cloth off my cage today saying I didn’t need it any more, because it’s getting towards autumn.

So I’ve been sitting in my tunnel, watching the sun move across the wall and puzzling it all out.

It’s still a puzzle.  I don’t think it’s anything to do with Midge or Percy, though.  That was just coincidence.

The sun’s still there when we go out in the garden.  Mummy moves us around a lot, but we have small runs with lots of grass in them.  Do we prefer large runs with no grass or small runs with lots of grass? Tough call.

So many things to think about.  I’d better have some hay while I chew it over.

Love

Bertie xx

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.

I’ve got my bed back!

Kevin here!  Percy wanted to write about the funny smells Mummy’s been making, which I thought wasn’t very kind of him, and I wanted to write about my bed.  And I’m the webmaster, so I won.

Mummy gave me my bed back last week, after she took most of my other cagewear to be washed, and put my purple one back saying “here you are Kevin – you can keep warm in this old thing till the others are dry.”

THIS OLD THING??????

This is my lovely purple (aubergine is it’s official colour) snugglesac which Colman and I had when we first came to live with Mummy.  It was like an old friend back in my life – in fact it sort of reminded me of Colman.  I think Mummy started to realise when she took this picture of me – I’d gone straight into it as soon as she put it down, and then she started giving me strange looks until she took the photo.

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It was lovely and dreamy in there.  Oh, and that’s a beetroot stain on my leg.  So there I was dozing away, and Mummy looked through her old photos to see if I really had had it before, and she found it had been mine all the way from 2012, when Colman and I moved in, to 2014, when we got the snowman cagewear.  I think Hector had it after that, but Mummy said, actually Humphrey and Hector were the first people to have the purple and grey cagewear, because she got it for the grey cage they lived in when they first arrived.

Well, that makes sense, because Col and I had the grey cage when we arrived. And we had that cagewear all the way through to 2014.  I think we had the grey cage because Hec and Humph had moved into the cage that used to be Hugo and Victor’s when Victor moved in with Fred.  Then Humphrey and Hector fell out with each other, and Mummy moved Victor (who by now was living with the babies that were Dylan and Dougall) in with Humphrey, and Hector into the grey cage on his own and we came upstairs to the run (which is lovely).  It’s all very complicated and I don’t know how Mummy manages to keep tabs on it all.  Now Midge and I have the upstairs run, Oscar has Hugo & Victor’s cage, and Percy has Fred & George’s cage.  But Percy lived in the grey cage when he first arrived as Dylan and Dougall were still in Fred & George’s cage.

But the other thing Mummy found when she found those photos were lots of short moving pictures of Colman and me running around on the kitchen floor.  And then she found a lot more, including of Fred & George, and Dylan & Dougall and everyone.  If you’d like to see those, they’re on our YouTube channel!

Anyway, the purple snugglesac is mine again now.  She said the purple and grey one is for emergency only, and the purple and grey tunnel had to be thrown away.  But I’m keeping my favourite one, probably forever 🙂