Roscoe rests after his run

Happy New Year

It’s been a very confusing week. Mummy asked why we hadn’t posted on Monday. I said, ‘when is Monday?’ I’m Roscoe, of course.

So Bertie said ‘we’re doing a post on Wednesday’.

That’s today – New Year’s Day! The start of 2020. And by my reckoning, not the start of a new decade, ‘cos that can’t happen until the end of 2020. Ten is the end of a decade, not the start of one. Eleven is the start of a new decade. Apparently silly humans are arguing about it because 20 starts with 2.

Bertie suggested we have new year’s resolutions.

Bertie: I will eat all my pellets up by morning. (No change there then)

Biggles: I will get more exercise. (That would be good for you, Biggles, and I encourage you in that.)

Neville: Is still thinking about it. Not that he’s slow, he just wants to make it something worth doing.

Me: I will try not to push Neville around so much, but that rather depends on whether Bertie gets me all riled up during floor time.

Roscoe and Neville get grass
Roscoe and Neville get fresh grass

I expect you want to know what we got for Christmas. Nev and I got a new grassy tunnel, which is lovely and chewy. There’s also a bundle of grassy sticks, which we havent tried yet.

Biggles got a grassy box which he’s enjoying a lot. He makes the same noise chewing it as we do with our grassy tunnel.

Bertie got a grassy bundle of sticks. He doesn’t think much of it.

I asked the others whether we should get Mam to make some new year resolutions. Nev said we should suggest some for her, so here goes.

Mam should spend more time running around the house and less time at the computer. (me)

Mummy should eat more lettuce and cucumber instead of giving it all to us. (Bertie)

Mummy should spend more time cuddling me. (Biggles)

Mam should do all the things she needs to do to move house without worrying about us. (Neville)

I suppose Nev’s got it right there. We know Mam will think of us but she shouldn’t worry about us. We’ll just go along with whatever 2020 brings.

I hope you have a nice year, and manage to cope with whatever happens.

Love from all of us.

Bertie, Biggles, Neville and me, Roscoe

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Happy New Year

Welcome to our blog in 2017!

We had a restful New Year’s Eve, although there were fireworks at midnight, but we ignored them.  Mummy had been watching a noisy film, and there were a lot of people who visited on Thursday.  Mummy put me and Oscar upstairs in a small blue cage, but a few people came to admire us.  We went back downstairs when they’d all left, so we weren’t in the blue cage for long.  Oscar bickered a few times, and set Midge off chattering at him, but generally the pair of them were well behaved.  Kevin ignored us.  He does that when he’s in his run.  I think he has better things to do than socialise.

I love socialising.  I see Mummy’s put a picture of Humphrey, Hector and Hugo socialising at the top of the page.  That’s good.  I wish these boys were more social.  They’re hard work, I can tell you.  But I suppose they’re all right.

Mummy’s asked Kevin and me to discuss whether we want to do the A to Z Blogging Challenge in April.  We don’t have to decide for a while, but she wants us to say what we think and how we’d do it, if we want to.  We don’t have to.  Victor did it, and I think George did too.  It might be fun, or it might be hard work.

I’ll have to lie down and think about it.

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