Birthday cake and Gotcha party

Way-aye! Roscoe here, full of Gotcha cake, or was it birthday party? I’m not sure, and I don’t think Mam was either.

Anyroad, yesterday we had a party with cake. Me and Neville have been here a whole year. I have to say, I like it here. I’ve got used to the funny way Mam talks, and Bertie and Biggles too, for that matter.

Nev and I like our cage and the time we spend in the garden, especially with the blue tunnel to play in. And the morning routine is good too: Nev gets a cuddle and some cucumber (six pieces, he says, cos he counts), then gets to go on the floor for a run, with Biggles, who’s already been through the cuddle-cucumber bit. Then I get a cuddle and six pieces of cucumber, if I can’t fool Mam into giving me more. Then I join Nev on the floor and Biggles goes back in his cage.

Then Bertie goes and gets cuddled and finishes up the cucumber, and when he comes into the kitchen I get picked up and put back, then Nev joins me.  Sometimes he stays a while to talk to Bertie, but I don’t like him doing that.  Makes me cross to think Bertie has been trying to cuddle up to him.  No matter, I forgive him after a bit.  Then we get our pellets, and then Mam gets the breakfast from the garden or the fridge or a mixture of the two.

After we’ve eaten, it’s time for a snooze.  And maybe we’ll go outside on the grass in the afternoon.

Then sometimes, like this weekend, we do other things later in the day, like have parties.  The cake was delicious, although Nev was too busy with grass to start with.  The grass has grown.  I think we should be out there to trim it for you every day, Mam.

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Roscoe

Eat, sleep, work

Mornin’g all, Roscoe here.

I remembered to put the ‘g’ on up there, did you see that?  What, no ‘ thing?  Okay.

It’s a hard life being a guinea pig y’know.  Eat, sleep, work, eat, sleep, work.  I guess we work at what you call ‘play’, but it’s serious business, you know.

Take morning floor time.  That’s hard work.  It’s called exercise, and as ye may know, some exercise is really hard work.  I get down onto the hay box, and before I have time to explore it, it’s off onto the floor, checking up on everyone and everything.

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Everyone = Neville plus whoever’s been there with him.  It’s either Bertie or Biggles.  I have to check up on their scents, make sure they’re okay, not leaving any messages they shouldn’t.

Everything = all the nooks and crannies in the kitchen, making sure they are still there, nobody’s overwritten my messages that shouldn’t be there, looking to see whether Mam’s swept under the table, that sort of thing.  Inspection is an important part of work.  Quality control, it’s called.

We have pretty good quality here, even if Mam has gone overboard recently with the cleaning up bit.

The only rest I get is out in the garden. A bit of grass, then a good sleep, in the sun or the shade depending on what takes my fancy.  We’ve been getting out on the grass most days, unless Mam hasn’t got home till really late.  She did that three days in a row last week, but I let her off because we spent most of Saturday and Sunday in the garden.  There’s not much grass there, though.  It’s all dry.  Except the wee bits in the shade of the boards around the veggie patches, or up against the wall. Those are still worth nibbling.

Trouble is, Neville’s nibbled them all now.  Okay, I might have helped a bit.

Mam says we need rain.  She’s even started throwing water on the grass.  It needs more than that, I think, Mam.

Ah, well, hope it’s nice and sunny where you are.  I’m off for some rest.

Sometimes it’s hot and sometimes it’s not

Hello everybody, it’s Bertie here.

Some days last week were nice.  When Mummy got home she put us out in the garden in the runs and it was very nice.  She put the covers across the cages depending on how hot it was and how late it was.  Later the sun doesn’t seem quite so warm.

Nev and Ros in the shade of the fence

I had the middle run this week, between Roscoe & Neville near the fence, and Biggles nearest the path.  It was nice to see everybody but I find the sky a bit scary, so I rested in the tunnel or under my tent when there wasn’t anything else to do.

Bertie in tthe tunnel

The grass seems to be getting a bit dry.  I suppose I shouldn’t complain, but it is.  Mummy said the grass under the plum tree is very dry, even dryer than mine.  We didn’t go out yesterday because it was a ‘bit cool’ as Mummy says, and she brought us in some grass.  There wasn’t very much, and most of it was drying, but it was very tasty all the same.

Mummy says we need rain, but only at night.  I’m not sure that’s the way it works, Mummy.

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Neville and Roscoe

Same old same old

Hi all.  Roscoe here.

I don’t know what this blogging business is all about.  I haven’t got anything else to say.  I said it last time.

We’re often out eating grass.

Mam is often out doing whatever she does on the grass.  When she’s not out she’s either upstairs with Percy and Bertie, or in the garden pulling things out of the flowerbeds.

I hear Bertie was a bit huffy last week.  He’s like that.  Full o’ hisself.  Mam says I’m full o’ meself too. Well, at least I’ve learnt to put a g at the end of my doin’ words.

Bertie was right scared when Midge had his fit.  He was right next door watching.  He’s grown up a lot since that night, I can tell you.  Mam even left Biggles out on the floor the other day when she put Bertie down for his run.  Once it would have been blue murder straight away, or so Percy says, and I’ve met Bertie and can believe it.  But no, I watched Bertie eye up Biggles, and Biggles eye up Bertie, and Percy look from one to the other and snuggle in his hay box to keep out of the way… and nothing happened.

They still size each other up and play it big when they’re out in the garden with a cage panel between them.  But it’s not too bad.  Nothing nasty, like.

So he’s growing up, and Mam calls him a good boy to encourage him some more.

So forgive him if he’s still totally self-centred.  I mean, all pigs are, really, aren’t we? And don’t forget, we’re Rodents with Attitude.

Where’s my cucumber, Mam?

after bath Nev and Ros

Grass! Sunshine! And rain …

Mornin’ all, Roscoe here.  I’ve a lot to tell you about today.

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First off, it’s been sunny in the week.  Mam went outside into the garden for a bit, several times each day, and left the door open.  It was okay, I reckon, but she said the grass was too wet for runnin’ on yet.  But she brought us some in, three days runnin’.  That was yummy.  She was expectin’ we could go out yesterday, but the rain came again, and we couldn’t.  Toes crossed for today.

Saturday me and Nev had an excitin’ time.  We went upstairs to a room we’d not been in yet, called the bathroom.  There was lovely warm water in the bath to play in.  I liked it a lot, and so did Nev.  He explored both ends.  I thought about jumpin’ out, but the walls were very high.  Then Mam poured water over us, then some other stuff and gave us each a good massage.  Oooh, that felt good.   I wasn’t so keen on her liftin’ me up so she could do my bottom end, but no problem, really.  Then she poured warm water over us again for a bit, before all the water disappeared and she wrapped us in a cloth and put us somewhere else for a few minutes.  Then she wrapped us in drier cloths and took us downstairs for a cuddle, both together.

That lasted a long time, and she gave us a good rub with the red towel.  Mam was watchin’ summat called Jimnastics on the picture box. Sounded good.  Then she sat us on her lap right up close to the picture box and blew warm air over us with a white noisy thing.  It was fine once I got used to it.

fluffy

Then we went back into our nice clean cage, and she laughed and said she should rename me Fluffy.  No thanks, Mam, it’s Roscoe now and forever, thanks.

Yesterday I think Biggles and some of the others had their turn.  I guess this is all part of that spring-cleanin’ lark she did all through the weekend before.

 

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