You are invited to my party!

It’s a whole year since I came home with Mummy from the funny hot place with lots of people.  I’m not sure what it was called, but the rescue place put me and Rabbit there to try and find us homes – and I found Mummy!  I think it was my lucky day.

Mummy says we should celebrate my birthday on my gotcha day, since we don’t know when my birthday is, or even how old I am.  I was supposed to be five years old, so she took pity on me, thinking I’d fit in with Kevin and Dylan and Dougall.  But by spring she thought I couldn’t have been more than two, judging from my neat and delicate toenails, and now she thinks maybe I wasn’t even that old.  She was looking at photos of last year, which is why she thinks that.  And also because although I put on a lot of weight after I got here, she reckons it was simply because I was growing up.  I’ll go with that.

Mr Percy
Mr Percy

This was me at D&D’s birthday party at the end of last November.

And this is me now.

Of course, I’ve put on weight, but Mummy says I’m now a mature boar, not a young lad which is what I look like in comparison.  I’ve grown into my head and ears, she says, and I have a superb topline, whatever that means.  So we’re going to say I’m three now, but I could be less.  Maybe I’m only two.  I don’t know.  I know I like it here, and I hope there’s going to be cake tomorrow, when we have my birthday party.  I like the cake Mummy makes.  It’s made of mushed pellets and herbs and tastes yummy.  I do hope we have cake.

By the way, we’re back in our own room now.  We came back on Saturday.  I got used to Mummy sitting in the same room as us and watching the picture box, but it’s just as nice here and we have more light.  And we get to run around on the kitchen floor again, and it’s all clean.  Mummy has asked us to keep it that way.  Um, I’ll do my best, Mummy.

PS.  Do you like our new layout?  Mummy’s been trying to make it better for people using mobile phones.  I hope you enjoy it.  Let me know if you need something changed!