I was told when I came upstairs that I’d see Mummy more often.
It isn’t true. She’s here sometimes in the morning. Then she goes somewhere and a long time later she comes back. She often asks if we missed her. I never reply, because I don’t know how. I mean, no I didn’t miss her. But she wasn’t here. It would be nice if she was here more. They told me I’d see more of her if I came upstairs. But I don’t.
It’s been very warm the last few days. We go out on the grass in the evening for an hour or two. It mostly starts out even warmer out there, but gets nice and comfortable. Then we come back in. Sometimes it feels warmer inside. Sometimes it feels cooler. Last night it was hot and sticky. We had to remind Mummy it was cucumber time. Then she went and got it and that cooled us down.
Even though it’s hot Percy still snoozes inside his snugglesac. I sleep on the hay in the loft. Midge sleeps on the hay or on top of the snuggletunnel. It’s okay when it’s hot, but Mummy complains.
Anyway, if you know where Mummy goes, please tell me.
Hello and welcome to George’s Guinea Pig World. I’m Percy, and I run this place with Kevin. George set it up in 2009, which is before I was born. I live in a nice cage next to Oscar, and his brother Midge lives next to Kevin.
Our A to Z theme is “Our Favourite Things”
Q is for Quiet
We have a nice quiet home. It is more noisy in the morning, because the music machine comes on in the kitchen at seven, which is usually when Mummy comes downstairs and starts doing things. The music is generally nice. It’s something called Classic FM. We like it, but it goes off later when we’re all back in our runs after cuddle time and our run around the kitchen, so we can eat our breakfast and snooze in peace.
Also in the morning, during cuddle times, Mummy has a moving picture box on in the corner of the cuddle room. That sometimes has people talking, and sometimes it has ticking noises and small bursts of music. Sometimes it has loud noises, too. Most of the time it’s not too noisy, though.
The rest of the day is pretty quiet. If the door to the garden is open we’ll hear the birds singing, and sometimes we hear people moving about next door, or noisy traffic on the road at the front. If Mummy’s in, she’ll be upstairs next to Kevin and Midge, working. Apparently she sits tapping away on this keyboard all morning and most of the evening. I wouldn’t like to do that. Doing these A to Z posts is hard work. I’d rather stick to one a week. But she’s not noisy, unless she has to stop and talk into her handset, or sometimes she reads whole books out loud to her computer. That’s when she’s doing something called editing. Kevin told me about it. She makes lots of tutting noises to herself then, too.
I spend quite a lot of time sleeping during the day, until I feel ready to have a little run around and a bite to eat. Mummy sometimes feels like running around and having a bite to eat too, and then she comes and talks to Oscar and me, and gives my head a scritch or Oscar a smooth. She knows what we like best!
And very soon, we’ll be going out in the garden to eat grass. That’s usually quiet, except for flying things overhead and the birds singing and rumbles of machinery in the distance.
Hi, Kevin here. We’re into the second week of the A to Z Challenge, and in case you’re just visiting, I’m a six year old ginger and white guinea pig. This blog was started by Fred and George, Mummy’s very first guinea pigs. She writes books about them too.
Our A to Z Challenge theme is “Our Favourite Things”
M is for Mummy
Well, Mummy is definitely our favourite thing, but it’s very difficult to know what to say about her. She’s pretty reliable, very kind, good to cuddle, and keeps an eye on our health and welfare. And she loves us, and we love her.
She also writes books about us. You probably know that. They are called the Princelings of the East series, and they are sort of fantasy science fiction adventures, because we live in castles and do interesting things in a world without humans, and there’s a time tunnel involved.
George is an engineer who invents a new energy source from strawberry juice, and then gets into flying and builds planes.
Fred is a king, although he starts out as a princeling.
Hugo is the baddie, although he’s quite nice really, just has different ideas from everyone else.
Victor is the cute kid at the inn in the middle of everything and he grows up to become a business guru and bartender.
Humphrey is a loner, very shy, who has a big adventure and eventually finds friends.
Hector is a troublemaker but his bit of the story hasn’t been written yet.
Colman is a baddie, and takes control of Deeping Castle because its prince is too young to take charge
and I’m the prince of Deeping Castle, and I get my revenge in book 8, which Mummy has written but won’t be out till at least Christmas
Dylan and Dougall have short stories in each of the BookElves Anthologies, and they are the Princelings of the North, which is the title of book 8, and they help me claim my inheritance back
Midge, Oscar and Percy will get involved at some stage. Percy is apparently already in there as a king of a castle, and Midge and Oscar’s father is Willoughby’s friend in book 7, but they aren’t in it yet.
You can read the proper details about the books in the menu page above – Books, but you can also get the first one free for your ebook reader, or the first three for a special offer price, or enter a competition to win them on Mummy’s blog Jemima Pett, Author.
Hello and welcome to George’s Guinea Pig World. I’m Percy, and I run this place with Kevin. George set it up in 2009, which is before I was born. I live with Bertie & Biggles in a nice cage next to Oscar, and his brother Midge lives next to Kevin.
Our A to Z theme is “Our Favourite Things”
C is for Cuddles
Cuddles are definitely the most important part of the day. We always have cuddles in the morning, along with Cucumber, which is probably our most favourite thing of all. Sometimes we have cuddles at other times of the day too.
We showed you pictures of auntie-cuddles on Saturday, and here are some pictures of cuddles on Mummy’s lap and more with aunties.
Colman and Kevin wrapped up after a bath
Midge with Uncle Barry and Kevin with Auntie Shirley
Berti & Biggles on Mummy’s lap on their first morning here
Hector on Mummy’s lap
Mummy with George in 2009
Hugo on Mummy’s lap in the garden
Fred cuddling Auntie Dawn
Humphrey cuddling mummy
Tomorrow it’s letter D for something beginning with D.
Hi, Kevin here. Perce and I had a discussion and we decided I’d write about Colman, because it’s a whole year since he left us. And since Mummy’s done some funny things this week, we need to tell you about her, too. But she hasn’t left us, let’s be straight about that.
Colman and I came to live with Mummy in 2012, and we’ve had a great time with her. Colman was already nearly four when he arrived, and he celebrated his seventh birthday about a month before he went over the Rainbow Bridge. This is one of our favourite pictures of him, although to be honest, we all look good with birthday cake!
We had a great time together. He was an amiable chap, with lots of funny stories, and he was the sort of guy you could rely on if you were in trouble. He was also very loyal, although he didn’t trust people until they’d proved themselves. Once they had, he was true to them right to the end. I wrote the whole story about how we came here last year, but I just thought you’d like to remember him, and what a good chap he was. I bet he’s having fun over the Rainbow Bridge now. Although I must admit, I wonder what happened to their peace and quiet once Dylan arrived :O
Now, what has Mummy been up to, I hear you ask.
She told us a couple of times last week that she’d be going out on Thursday and coming back later looking a bit funny, and she might not be able to give us a run or clean us out on Friday. Well, it’s always good to have warning if something strange is going to happen, because we are creatures of habit. Wake-up, cuddles (meds for me), clean-out, run around, breakfast, nap, hay, nap, lunch, head-scratch, nap, grass-time if we’re lucky, nap, supper, snuggle if we’re lucky, nap, cucumber, bedtime. You get the picture.
Well, she went out as she said, and came back a while later looking a bit like a bee, with one huge eye. She showed me closer and it was a plastic cover over her eye. She said it was to stop her from scratching or rubbing it. She’s been having trouble with it. I know because I’ve seen her do funny things because she hasn’t been judging distances well. Anyway, she had an operation on it and now it’s a lot better. She says it’s getting better every day. The good thing was, she could pick us up and give us our usual cuddle and run around on Friday, no problems at all. So she must be fine really.
We’re very glad Mummy is fine. We love you, Mummy.
We’ve been out in the garden most days last week, if Mummy wasn’t late from golf. On Saturday though, she put us out when it finally looked like it was dry enough, and then a few minutes later Mummy said she was worried about the black cloud that had snuck up on us.
She went and fed the birds, then went behind our runs to pick the rest of the beans, and sure enough it started to rain.
Suddenly she fell into Oscar’s run, right into the middle of it, with a crash of the jars for putting the bird food in their feeder, and Oscar shot around his cage trying to hide from the giant who had fallen from the sky. It was only Mummy, but he was scared out of his wits, just running here and there. Maybe she nearly fell on him, but I don’t think so. Mummy was stuck, though. She’d got her foot tangled in our wire fence. There’s Mummy trying to get the wire off her toes while she’s lying sideway on the ground, one leg in the air (the tangled one), and the other on the ground. It looked very strange. And it’s starting to rain now in earnest, and we’re getting wet, but it’s nice and warm and we don’t really mind. But Mummy’s anxious to get us in straight away and she’s still untangling herself, and Oscar’s still behaving liked a frightened rabbit.
Anyway, Mummy got her foot free and tried to calm Oscar down, but he’s having none of it, so she gets him into his tent and puts him back in his cage and he’s still running laps! I get back in my cage and tell him to calm down, but he’s dashing around like a mad thing. And Mummy’s gone out into the pouring rain to collect Midge, who’s sensible and gets in his tent, and Kevin, who says he’s only been out ten minutes and he doesn’t mind getting wet, and Mummy saying “in the tent, Kevin, NOW!”
Anyway, everyone’s in and the rain is pouring down, but we’re all safe and not really wet. Oscar is still running around his cage though, and Mummy tries to catch him, but he’s terrified of her. Eventually she gets him and takes him in the other room for a sit down cuddle, and he’s calmer when he gets back, and we all settle down with fresh hay and talk about the day Mummy fell from the sky into Oscar’s run.
Oscar’s fine now, and we had a nice run in the garden yesterday, and nothing happened worth telling you about!
That’s an Upper Respiratory Infection. She’s making horrid coughing noises, and her voice is a bit funny, and she keeps blowing her nose. She’s put Vicks on her nose which I think is helping her breathe. Dylan says Vicks helps him breathe, so Mummy must know what she’s doing. She usually does. She wasn’t feeling well on Thursday either, because she had to have a tooth root out. Dylan says maybe that’s what he needs, and Mummy told him she’d talked to Dr Sally about it while she was waiting for the bus to come home from the dentist. Mummy does strange things. I wonder how she talked to Dr Sally at the bus stop. Maybe Dr Sally was waiting for a bus too? I hope Dr Sally hadn’t have to have a tooth out as well.
Anyway, we all gave Mummy huge cuddles on Friday and she didn’t manage to give us our breakfast till nearly 11 am, even though Percy said she’d started with him when Countdown was on. Oscar didn’t notice what was on, except the weather forecast which was sunny till 3pm. And warmer on Sunday. That was yesterday but I can’t say I noticed in warmer – it was raining, though. Midge said he slept through most of the Antiques Roadshow, and Dylan said he was too busy eating as Mummy made him eat even more than the day before. I watched the rest of Time Team which was very interesting, looking at things the ancients had made, and I bet George would have liked the water lifting machine. I didn’t like the ones that went bang, but Mummy was happy, and to be honest her coughs were louder.
The weekend was nice after all that, much the same as usual. Mummy is making Dylan eat at least six mls of Emeraid four or five times a day, and she said she’d get ten into him each time if she could. I don’t know why Dylan doesn’t just guzzle it down like me. I want to have his leftovers but Mummy says I can’t because I chew all the syringes and then she hasn’t got a smooth one left for Dylan. Somehow I don’t think that’s a good excuse.
I always thought this was Mummy’s garden, but she’s got another one. She disappears to go there on Saturday mornings and sometimes other times too. This week she took all the nice little kale plants that were growing in pots with her. There was something else in pots too, broccoli, I think she said. We’ve got kale growing in our garden, I was in a run next to it on Friday and Saturday. I wonder why she’s got more in another garden. Continue reading “Mummy has two gardens”→
Mummy went out of the front door yesterday with her big blue bag. That’s bad news. She only takes her big blue bag when we’re going to be alone for some days. She said Uncle Michael and Auntie Rosemary will be looking after us every day and Auntie Vikki will come in once or twice too. Well, that’s very nice, and I like all of them very much, especially if they give me loads of food.
But Hector, Colman and Kevin aren’t here, and Midge is downstairs in Hector’s cage. Mummy took the three of them for a holiday on Saturday. She said they’d be back next Sunday. It’s because they need medicines every day and it’s not fair to ask Auntie Rosemary to do medicines. I hope they have a nice time on their holiday. To be fair, Hector is so quiet we don’t know he’s gone. He took his camouflage snugglesac and his tartan tunnel with him, and Colman took his his snugglesac and his tent, since the pair of them snuggle up in that together in the garden. Kevin went because he hasn’t been pooping. Dr Sally will sort him out, I expect. He took his grey tunnel and his purple snugglesac.