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.
We’re getting close to the end of our A to Z Challenge, and we’re starting to wonder what we’ll do next. I’m sure well think of something.
This week Mummy gave me the idea for X.
She’s been wondering why Roscoe and Neville are getting X (cross) with each other. They bicker for a bit, then there’s rumbling, and then Roscoe starts chasing Neville around the run until he turns and they have a stand-off. Mummy got so cross with them after putting them back in their newly clean cages last weekend that she picked Roscoe up and put him in Biggles’ cage, and put Biggles in with Neville. Then a few hours later, when I was telling Biggles off through the bars for being there, she picked me up and swapped me over with Roscoe!
Nev’s pleased to see Mam
Roscoe was a bit happier because he can see Neville through the bars and talk to him, but he’s not actually happy. He’s not so cross though. I think Mummy doing all this crossing and exchanging is a bit much, but she does funny things, and we all settled down, anyway. Except I think Roscoe is really unhappy he’s not with Neville.
I think he should make up his mind.
Mummy tried to exchange Roscoe with Biggles again on yesterday’s big clean-out. We have daily clean-outs, but on the big clean-outs she exchanges our dirty things for clean ones. She told Roscoe sternly that if he starts trying to fight him, he’s back on his own again, and he was chasing and kicking Nev when they went out on the grass. So when we went in they eXchanged again.
Sigh. I just keep myself to myself and stay out of trouble. Unless Biggles is around, because he makes me cross.
Next week, Roscoe’s back here with Y, which is a very good question, and then I get to finish with Z. Mummy has come up with some long words beginning with Z for me to think about.
I decided that N would be an interview with Neville.
Neville lives with Roscoe in the run next door to mine, so I could chat to him through the bars. Obviously it would be silly for Roscoe to interview him!
I’m going to ask him roughly the same questions I asked Joshua, although some answers are pretty obvious if you read our blog regularly.
First of all, who are your companions and what are their favourite things?
My companion is Roscoe. He’s a nice chap. We get on just fine mostly. Some evenings he gets a bit bossy, but I tell him no. After a bit he gives up.
His favourite thing is grass, closely followed by pellets, and then cucumber – his or mine. Mam caught him trying to steal mine the other evening, because I taking my time over it, enjoying it properly. He’d finished his already.
Roscoe loves bitey things, like the hay box, or the paper under the fleeces.
Why did Mummy decide to get you?
I don’t know, but I’m right glad she did. Oh, yes – Roscoe’s just reminded me that I look a lot like Dylan from the front, and Dougall from everywhere else. So Mam couldn’t resist me. (sounds of Roscoe muttering in the background)
Neville gets up close and personal
Dylan 27.11.11 to 26.2.16
Where were you before you came here?
Up north in a place near Newcastle. We were there for about three or four months after the family who had us before disappeared. I don’t know why they disappeared. I liked them most of the time. Sometimes they left us in the cage without much attention for a couple of days, but the half-size humans were sweet, most of the time. We stayed at a couple of different places after that, but the people were very nice and very attentive. They brushed my hair and cleaned my bottom (which can get a bit mucky with the long hair). I was very comfortable with them.
There were two very nice half-size humans there, too. They played with me and gave me treats. They had nice careful hands.
I vaguely remember half-size humans too. What’s your favourite thing Mummy does?
I love when she gives me nice nibbles, especially cucumber and special hay. I like when she puts us out on the grass too. I enjoy being sat on her lap in the morning and eating cucumber. It’s nice to have some time with her to myself.
What are your favourite memories of your companions
Well, Roscoe’s been my only companion full-time. He’s often off getting into mischief, but that’s just him rather than a favourite memory. I think he’s a very good companion (if bossy at times).
When we travelled here on the train, we didn’t know what was going on, and I was a bit scared. Roscoe told me stories to keep my mind off the things that happened in the past. He made up this adventure where we went somewhere entirely new and lived in a palace with lots of servants and lovely food every day.
Most of that came true. We met Percy, and then you, and Biggles, and Midge, and there was another guy here then, Oscar, I think he was called. I don’t think anyone was a servant, but we had lots of new friends. And we went out in the garden together and chatted through the railings.
And we do have lovely food every day!
Tell us a secret that we promise not share with anyone except readers of the blog
Mam has put me in the last Princelings book. I’m a bit like a pirate, but I also get mistook for Dylan. Or is it Dougall? I don’t know. Maybe both.
No, seriously, I just wanted to sound different today. It’s just GeordieRoscoe as usual. We’re still blogging from A to Z once a week, and we’ve just reached halfway with M. But we have an Appeal further down the page, so please read right to the end. Ta.
The best M I could think of is M for Mother, which means Mam, or for Biggles and Bertie, Mummy. I’m not sure why we call her different things. I don’t think she’s different for each of us. Then I thought some more and decided to ask each of us a question – or set us a challenge, anyway.
Sum up Mam (Mummy) in one sentence
She’s the bringer of food, the cuddler of cuddles, the cleaner of cages, the scratcher of crests, and I love everything she does except cut my nails.
I love Mummy because she looks after me and brings me cucumber, and makes sure I’m well, even if I’m not feeling happy. And she puts up with me when I’m grumpy and makes me feel better.
That’s two sentences, Bigs.
Well the second one begins with And, so it would be one if I hadn’t had to put the full stop in.
Mam brushes my hair and smoothes my coat and cleans my ears and makes sure I get enough to eat even if someone tries to eat my portions. And lets us run in the garden when it’s nice.
Okay, what Biggles said.
Mam understands how important I am, and sees to my needs, and looks after my welfare, and makes sure I’m looking my best as much as she can. And goes out to play golf or watch birds a lot.
Bertie: That’s not fair, I want a second sentence, too.
Roscoe: Go on then
Bertie (2): And we all love her but that sounds soppy and it’s really difficult to think of something different from the others. I’m glad I went first.
Roscoe: hee-hee, I know just what you mean.
So that’s what Mam (Mummy) means to us, and we’re all very grateful we’ve got her.
Please give some thought for the piggies at the East Anglian Guinea Pig Rescue. Auntie Sophie was just restarting as a rescue in a small way after Christmas, and had about twenty piggies in, then they all had babies, and then a couple came in that had an illness that didn’t show during their quarantine period.
Mam says the illness is called Chlamydia Cavia, and basically all the piggies that came into contact with the others are either sick or potentially carriers, and can never be rehomed anywhere with either other guinea pigs, rabbits or cats (because cats get it too).
So now Auntie Sophie has 60 guinea pigs with no way of rehoming them (and no rehoming fees to contribute to costs). Unless you have no guinea pigs, rabbits or cats. And she has a lot of wishlist items and vet bills to pay. Mam says the vet bills are covered for now by donations already.
If you would like to sponsor a piggy or contribute in any way, please see East Anglian GR Amazon wish list, or wait for further details of the sponsorship scheme.
I was a guinea pig in a rescue once and I know how it feels. Thank you for caring about us.
I was wondering about the letter K, because all I could think of was KALE. Bertie reminded me there used to be a hero here called KEVIN, but I never met him, and Bertie says he only met him once or twice.
So I asked Mam, and she said, well, where do you spend your mornings most days?
KITCHEN, I said. So I found us some pictures of us pigs in our KITCHEN and Mam found a nice moving one of me checking the kitchen extension out. So here they are.
Roscoe in the haybox
Neville and Bertie
Bertie looks after Percy
Biggles on Thursday (he went all shy in the garden)
Percy, Midge and Biggles with a Box of hay
Bertie and Neville
It’s nice, running around the kitchen. Always some interesting smells to explore, although when Mam had a deep clean one time a lot of them disappeared. There are still a few lurking behind the cupboard door where the washing and heating machines are. But they’re very faint. And Bertie and I get to hang out under the closed table our cage used to be on. Mam can’t get there, except with something long and thin like a brush.
Yes, I like our KITCHEN. And that’s it for K. Next week, Bertie tackles L. But in between that we celebrate Princelings Day on Thursday. That’s Fred & George’s birthday, June 13th. And that’s when our Tenth Anniversary official ends – so enter the Giveaway because Mam has that nice George’s Guinea Pig World notebook to give to one of our lucky fans!
Way-aye, Roscoe here. I’m keeping up our attempt to blog from A to Z once a week this year. We started on April 1st, and after seeing the A to Z’s tenth anniversary announcement, we realised it’s our tenth anniversary too. So watch out for fun at the beginning of May.
Today I’m talking C.
There’s one BIG C that we immediately think of. Not celery, although that’s nice. Celeriac is good too. Corn is a bit fancy, and it’s also fattening so Mam isn’t giving us that these days as we’re doing the D word.
Before I talk about the C food, I’ll mention Cuddles, which we get every day and we like a lot. I don’t much like the bit when Mummy checks us over and trims our toes, but I like the cuddle after, as long as it doesn’t go on too long. After cuddles comes ‘run around on the kitchen floor’ time, you see. That’s my favourite.
There’s also C for Christmas. So here we are in our silly Christmas hats. Colman is the only piggy in our world who began with C. He refused to wear his hat. I never met him. You can read more about him here, though.
Colman does not do silly hats
And of course the big important C word is… CUCUMBER! Did you guess?
Next week, Bertie does D. We may even have a special guest for that. Mam’s still working on it. [I am?]
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