roscoe neville brekkie

A Very Interesting Week!

Percy here.  You’ll be pleased to know that Mummy has discovered that giving me medicines makes me grumpy and she’s stopped.  She’s quite surprised, because apparently metacam is supposed to take any pain from my lump away.  But I don’t really have pain from it, it’s just inconvenient and sometimes it helps to lie on it.  So that was the first interesting thing last week.

percy midge sleeping

The second one is that we spent a lot of days out in the garden, then we spent the rest of the week indoors.  I think some of it is down to when Mummy is playing golf.  Sometimes it’s sunny when she plays golf, and then we go out when she comes back.  That’s good because it’s not too hot by then, and we get some nice eating and running around done.

The third interesting thing was on Friday.  She said she wouldn’t have time for normal morning cuddles, because she had to leave early.  That usually means she’ll be back early too, but when she came back (which was quite late, really) it had rained and the grass was wet.  She still went out to get us some grass to eat in our runs, which was nice of her.  The grass was nice too.

But I could smell interesting smells on her – smells of other guinea pigs.  And sure enough, when we went down next morning to have our weigh-in and cuddles and run around the kitchen, there were two strangers in the room.  She introduced me to one of them, a white nosed chap named Roscoe.  The other one, who looked a lot like Dylan, was much shyer and didn’t come over.  His name is Neville.

They’ve moved into Oscar’s old cage, that used to be Hector & Humphrey’s; before that it was Hugo & Victor’s.  Oscar doesn’t run around as much as he did, and he’s in the grey cage that I lived in when I first arrived.  So they’re all chatting away like old friends, when Mummy’s not there.  I think even Neville has stopped hiding completely when Mummy goes to his cage now, though.  Roscoe seems much more relaxed about everything.

roscoe neville 1

Apparently they both weigh in at 1.35 kilos, which is less than me and Midge (who’s gone up to 1.7kg!!).  But they both look big and well.  They were left behind in a house but the landlord looked after them, so they didn’t starve, not like Hector and Humphrey.  I’m glad of that.  I’m looking forward to chatting with them some more and exchanging memories of being in Rescue.

I’m glad I’m not in Rescue now, even though the people were very nice.  I expect the people at Roscoe & Neville’s Rescue were nice too.


V for Victor

Victor was born on February 20th 2008 and died on 29th May 2014.  He was over six years old and that’s very old for a guinea pig.  Although Colman’s older now.

Victor 20.02.2008 to 29.05.2014
Victor 20.02.2008 to 29.05.2014

He was born in Auntie Vikki’s house to a sow called Snowy, who was already pregnant when she went into the rescue.  Vikki said she was with Kiki, her sister, and they both had the same face, and it was the same as Victor’s.  And there were two boars with them and nobody knows which one was Victor’s sire.  That’s what it’s like with rescues.  All sorts of things going on and nobody really knows who’s who.  Mind you, I only know who my dam is, too.  Oscar and Midge are the only ones who know who their parents are and they have a family tree gong back for generations.

Anyway, Victor went to live with Hugo, and then their owners had to find another home and couldn’t take Hugo and Victor with them, so they went back to the rescue.  And Mummy saw their photo and just went along for a look at them.  And Auntie Vikki said “Do you want to take them with you?” and Mummy ‘just happened’ to have a piggy carrier on the back seat so she brought them home.  And it was snowing! Mummy says she always remembers that drive, through a complete whiteout, and her going so slowly and everybody following her until they all turned off at a village and Mummy wondered where they’d gone.

Anyway she got Victor and Hugo home, and they lived together for years and had lots of adventures like going to Mull, and then Hugo died of pneumonia.  And Fred was all alone then, so Vic moved in with Fred, and they lived together for six months, and then Fred died because he missed George so much.  Then Victor had a few weeks on his own until we arrived, Dougall and me.  And the rest is History!

Victor did the A to Z Challenge in 2012.  His theme was food.  He did a lot of blogging on here till he handed over to me.  You can read all his posts if you like.

He’s also one of the stars of the Princelings of the East. Victor who runs the Inn of the Seventh Happiness.  He’s lots of people’s favourites.  Well, he was lots of people’s favourites in real life too.  I miss him.