Emergency! Send cucumber!

There was no cucumber this morning!

It’s the end of the world!

First the grass disappears, then the cucumber disappears.  What’s gonna happen next?

We’ve been running around on hard brown grass for the weeks now. It’s even browner than in those pictures.  I don’t mind that much.  There’s a tiny weeny piece of grass that appears just outside our run, and Mam moves the last panel slightly so we can get at it.  I always share what’s left with Neville.  I have to test it first. Mam gives us readigrass when we go in, which is nice.

Testing the green grass

Mam says she’s making it rain just a little on our grass when we’ve gone inside in the evening.  She usually makes it rain on the vegetables and some of the flowers, and even one of the trees when we’re still out. We’re staying in that area because it’s nice and shady, and the rest of the grass is even browner.

It’s not going to rain anytime soon.  I saw the weather forecast this morning. When we did NOT have cucumber with our cuddles. (She said there were none in the store when she went to get some more). We did have parsley instead.  But it’s just not the ticket, Mam.

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Midge has a funny tongue

Hi Percy here.

Midge and I went to see Shirley and Barry, the tooth specialists, last week.  I objected strongly to having my teeth examined, but Auntie Shirley held me by my shoulders and tummy , and Mummy held my back feet, which was surprisingly reassuring, and I let Uncle Barry look at my teeth and file one corner of one which had grown a bit.  They all agreed that my lump does not intrude on my mouth, and that it does make me wear my incisors slightly unevenly.  I don’t mind Mummy rasping my top incisors, but I object to the bottom ones being down.  Shirley did my bottom ones 😦

Midge seems to have worn down his top teeth, which might be one of the reasons he had a sudden loss of weight, but there was nothing to cause him pain.  He had some of his lower molars filed but nothing clipped off.  His incisors are very big, but have ‘perfect occlusion’.  While they were looking at them, Shirley noticed his tongue.  Mummy said that the other day it looked a bit sore, although it didn’t the day we went to see Shirley and Barry.

You know how your tongue is attached to the base of your mouth with a sort of membrane?  Ours attaches more to the sides. Mine is about halfway along my tongue, behind my cheek folds.  Midge’s is far further forward, almost level with the corners of his lips! So he probably has trouble using his tongue. Mummy wondered if it stopped him clearing his mouth properly, and that was why it was always stuffed with food?  I think you’re being over-generous there, Mummy. Midge’s mouth is always stuffed with food because he’s worried he might go hungry.

Mummy didn’t get a photo to show you, but here are some photos of Midge, me and the others taken eating the lovely parsley Auntie Shirley gave us from her garden.

So you see, some good comes from our trip to the dentist.

P.S. The lab report came back. I have a sarcoma. It might spread, or it might not. Dougall had a sarcoma but they took his out, because it was on his hip. Mummy’s stopped giving me medicine unless she thinks I need something.  I’m very happy with all of that. Now perhaps I can have some peace and quiet.

 

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P is for Pea shoots

It’s just like real life, blogging the letter P.  Pea shoots or parsley?  Parsley or pea shoots?  I don’t know.  I like them both.  I’ll have parsley.  No, I’ll have pea shoots.  Sigh.  It should be reported to the cruelty to animals people.  Torture.  Oh I suppose I’ll have the pea shoots and hope nobody’s eaten all the parsley before I get to it. Continue reading “P is for Pea shoots”