Roscoe solo

Abandoned! Starved!

Way-aye, Roscoe here… just.

The service here is getting terrible.  Last week Mam abandoned us and left us all alone for two whole nights. It was nearly two whole days as well.  I think if you added them together they nearly made two, anyway.

She gave us a packed breakfast in the afternoon and told us she’d be back after two sleeps.  She did add, ‘well, about fourteen for you, I suppose’, which was just about right, I reckon.  And she did turn up on Saturday morning to give us more hay, food and water.

By then we were starving.  I mean, the packed breakfast she gave us in the afternoon didn’t last past midnight, did it?

So when she finally came back we weren’t too pleased with her.  I mean, we are all sufferers from abandonment.  We get very worried if she isn’t here. Well, Bertie and Biggles have never suffered, but Neville and I have.  Nev didn’t seem too worried, to tell the truth, but I was.  She tried to get round us with cuddles and cucumber, and the others seemed fine with it. But I didn’t.  It’s a destruction of trust or something.

How do I know she’s not going to do it again?

Oh.  She says she will have to do it several times over the next few months. And eventually we’ll move down to a new house and stay there without her for a couple of days at a time until all the moving is finished.

I call this gross negligence. Does anyone know a lawyer?

till next time…

Roscoe xxx

We’ve moved!

It was all confusion on Saturday.  We got out of our runs for a cuddle as usual, and then we had a run on the floor. And Saturday is when Mummy weighs us and does our nails if we need them, and checks our teeth and so on, and after that she makes our runs all fresh with clean fleece and everything.  And then we go back for breakfast.

On Saturday she took AGES.  And she kept getting in our way, because she cleaned out the cages like normal, but then she took the tops off the cages and folded them up in the hallway, and then she took our cage bases up and took them out through the hall, and then she moved our table!  Well!  We were running around like mad, in fact we decided to hide from her in the boxes at the other end of the kitchen, because you never know what Mummy’s going to do next when she does things differently.  At least we didn’t have to get in our carry boxes and go to the vet or anything.

Anyway, we went back to our usual places when she got on with something in our cuddling room, and then Midge came down for his cuddle as usual, and Mummy picked up Oscar as usual and walked out of the kitchen with him!  Oh, no, where has she taken him? I thought, and I wheeked like mad to tell her she was doing everything wrong.  But after Kevin had his check up and cuddle and extras (he gets extras ‘cos he’s an old man), she picked me up and took me back to the cuddle room, and my cage was there, all ready for me!

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It’s pretty good, really, because Mummy comes and sits with us in the afternoons when it starts to get dark, before she goes back to work upstairs.  She told us we have to be out of the way before the builders arrive, and when they do there’ll be all sorts of funny noises that they make in the kitchen.  I think it’s all related to the day it started raining in the kitchen.  And apparently we’re going to have different colour walls when we go back sometime next week.

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Nothing’s happened to Kevin and Midge, they’re still upstairs in Mummy’s work room.  They do lead boring lives, not like me and Oscar.

So this is Percy, signing off for now from The Living Room (I’ve been watching something called The News).