We had lots of visitors this week just gone. Mam had gone out, as Bertie told you. She came back on Friday. She told us all about it, the banging, the noises, and the foot through the ceiling that would have terrified us. Not to mention that half of it fell into Bertie’s cage!
We knew Auntie Claire was coming on Tuesday, because Mam told us (even if Bertie wasn’t listening). We didn’t know that Auntie Teisha was coming, though. So she came on Monday, Auntie Claire came Tuesday and Wednesday or was it Thursday, then Mam came home.
Then Saturday both Auntie Teisha and Auntie Claire came, one after the other. We got well cucumbered that day! Auntie Claire sat in our room and chatted to us and Mam for a while. I enjoyed the sound of their voices, really relaxing, so I fell asleep.
Mam went out again on Sunday afternoon (yesterday) but she’s coming back today. She said she had to be there for the electrician.
It’s all very complicated, isn’t it.
But – exciting news – she says our room should be finished on Thursday afternoon, so she’s probably going to take us with her this time.
I hope we have photos for next week. Watch this space as they say.
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.
Mam seemed excited when she came back from travelling last week. She was only away two nights so we stayed here, with lots and lots of hay and nibbles. The second day I found a carrot cunningly hidden right at the bottom of our hay pile. It was still fresh, too! It didn’t last long, mind.
It’s very peaceful when Mam’s away. I can laze about on the bed, or ont he other pile of hay, or curl up in the tunnel, or in the dark corer in the run. Sometimes I curl up by a food bowl, all the better to just reach out and nibble a bit when I get the night pangs. Neville’s generally very civilised about giving up these places when I want to use them.
Mam said that this week will be when the worst of the banging will be in our new house. They are making a hole in the wall so we can have glass doors put in, like we have in the kitchen extension now.
There will be some more banging on the roof some time, and smells when they put the new tiles down with a sticky compound, or so she expects. But if they aren’t doing either of those we’ll be able to go down with her. She’s not taking us down this week because of the banging, and because it shouldn’t take more than a day. If she’s going to have to be away another night, she’ll ask one of our Aunties to nip in and give us more hay and food. I wonder who it’ll be?
She says that once the floor is finished we should be able to move in down there. She’s already taken our big cages down, not the holiday cages but the ones we lived in downstairs.
It’ll all depend on how much packing up she’s got to do here. But basically we’ll switch from being mostly here except when we go there for four or more days, to being mostly there unless Mam needs to be back here for four or more days.
I’m glad Mam’s counting these things in threes and fours. Those are easy numbers for guinea pigs to count. Seven works well too. Any other number gets complicated.
I wonder how big the hole in the wall will be and whether we’ll be allowed to go through it?
Hello, Bertie here! We’re both going to blog today because it’s an exciting story.
Aye, and it’s Christmas this week too.
Two more sleeps. Well, two for mummy, about fifteen for us.
Aye, I reckon you’ve got that right, Bertie.
But first – a report on our missing week. We were in Hampshire, but not the place we’ve been before.
Aye, you knew that, eh – but you didn’t know that Mam’s bought a new house, did you? Well, she has, and we stayed in it for about a week.
We had our holiday cages and runs on the floor in what Mummy calls the living room. It’s got fawn coloured carpet with brown flecks in it, and one day Mummy came in with mud on her shoes when she gave us some things she’d found in the garden—
Not much, she said there wasn’t much to eat in the garden, not even dandelions.
Biggles like the new grass
Neville and Roscoe tuck in
Bertie eats fresh leaves
— yes, not much except grass, but she left mud on the carpet, and when she wooshed it up, she couldn’t see the marks in amongst the brown specks. She called it a magic carpet.
That’s not all she wooshed. The second afternoon she came back from Auntie Anne’s with a big blue bag. It all unfolded on the floor next to us, then she wooshed it for ages, and it turned into a big bed for her. She’d been sleeping on cushions before. And you know, I didn’t realise, but she sleeps in a red snugglesac. It’s a bit longer than ours, and she sort of backs into it with her feet first, instead of walking in and turning round—
I don’t think it was wide enough to turn around in.
— and she lies down and goes to sleep in it. For most of the night.
And a bit more. She hasn’t been waking up till it’s already light. Mind you it’s not very light in the mornings because it keeps raining.
And yesterday was the winter solstice, so the nights start getting a bit shorter again.
Have you said about our adventure with the tunnels yet?
No, I haven’t had time with you interrupting, like. Mam put our blue tunnel in the kitchen for our morning run. The kitchen is a good bit smaller than our one here (we’re back in Norfolk now) and the third day she put our tunnels so they led from the kitchen to the living room. Well, Bertie and I weren’t going to let a chance like that go by, were we?
No we weren’t.
So we went through the tunnels, making sure Mam meant for us to do it, and she was watching us and encouraging us, so we went right ahead.
We did. It was fun.
Bertie wonders where Roscoe went
Then we did the same the next day.
And you said we could the one after, but Mummy didn’t put the tunnels down, and you went anyway, and came back again to report.
It was grand. I reckon there’s a whole house to explore when we next go down there.
It’s a long way though.
Ach, it’s fine if you go to sleep.
I do. And I hide under my bed, too.
I hide under Neville’s coat.
Do you think we’re going back again?
Not before Christmas. And I think Mam said something about getting a small van for a sofabed and our big cages, just for a trip down and back the next day.
She left things there, you know. Including the cushions.
Yes, but I think the bed’s still there for her. Auntie Anne came with the mini-aunties to meet us, but she didn’t take it away with her.
She took the mini-aunties though. They were nice, I liked them.
Ah, right, they were okay. You can never really trust little hands until you get to know them, though, and sometimes even then.
You don’t like mini-aunties?
I liked them well enough. Nev and me have bad memories of mini-aunties. I’ll just wait a little to get to know them.
They really liked me. And Biggles too. He did his best impression of a teddy bear for them.
He does do that well.
And we saw Auntie Teresa again, and her man, Uncle Lee. Dani was too busy though.
I wonder if it’ll always be that busy when we go and live there.
Is that what’s going to happen?
Yes, Mummy said so. She wants to get our room sorted out first; there’ll be some banging when they change the window into a door and change the floor or something, I think that’s what she said.
It all sounds very complicated.
Well, you know Mam.
Yes, I know Mummy. I wonder when we’re going again?
Mam says we may be going on holiday to Hampshire next week. I was just having thoughts of that nice room with the warm floor, where Mam makes her food and ours in our sight, and then she’ll be sitting on the sofa and watching us. And maybe Aunties and Uncles coming to cuddle us.
Roscoe and Neville in Hampshire
Our room set up in Hampshire
With Uncle Phill and Auntie Cathy
Then she said we’re not going to that place.
If we go, and it’s not certain yet, we’ll be going to a new house, with no furniture in it. It’ll have carpet on the floor, and it’ll be heated, and have lights, and a kitchen and a bathroom, but nothing else. That sounds a bit strange to me, so I gave her a funny look. She just winked at me and didn’t tell me any more.
She’s been out a lot last week. Sometimes she says she has to catch the bus into the city, and sometimes she’s gone way before breakfast time and come back after cucumber time. She’s left us plenty of food each time, so don’t get the idea I’m complaining, ‘cos I’m not. I’m just saying. Well, actually, she gave us breakfast and hay but no pellets on Thursday. That was the day she went to Hampshire and back and why she went so early and came back late. But she went by train, so she could read a book. I told you Mam was sensible most of the time. She gave us our pellets at cucumber time.
Apparently we’ve got to get ready for Christmas as well. But if we go on holiday next week we may not have internet, and so we won’t be able to blog, or get ready for Christmas, or anything.
Mummy has stopped making me put my foot in the brown water, but she’s still putting cream on my foot. It feels a lot better, and I don’t mind keeping it on the floor the whole time now. But it did come back in the week when she stopped one day, then she started again the next, and then she stopped again on Friday. So far so good.
Her white spot came off over a week ago and she now has a purplish patch in her skin. Apparently it’s healing up just fine, it’s just the way human skin goes. She had a letter on Saturday which said the tests the human vets did came back just fine, nothing to worry about.
So we can go back to worrying about moving, and all the things she’s doing to get ready. She says nothing’s finalised yet, she’s just doing tidy-ups while she’s got plenty of time. I think Roscoe told you about her putting pieces of paper all over the floor last week. Now we’ve got big brown boxes standing around the big chair she sometimes uses to photograph us. A lot of the things on and in her desk have gone into either boxes or the bins. She tends to talk to us while she’s taking things out and putting them in bins, but I don’t really understand what she’s saying. It’s always nice to hear her voice, though – it’s sort of comforting.
Biggles and Bertie
It’s very dark at present. Some days we have the light on all day. It’s weeks since we last went out on the grass, but Mummy says it’ll be a lot more weeks till we go out again. And she says if we go to the house in Hampshire she wants to buy, then there are a lot of daisies in the grass that she’ll have to take out before we can go out on it.
I think she should put that top of her to-do list, then.