This is where she gets ideas from

Way-aye, Roscoe here again.

We were all alone Saturday and half of Sunday while Mam went out enjoying herself. She left us well supplied, mind, even hiding a stalk of broccoli in our hay piles for each of us.  We found them all too soon, but it was a nice thought, and we kept teasing Biggles because he hadn’t found it first.  Apparently she got a big bag of broccoli stalks from Mr Tesco because silly people break long stalks short, not realising how delicious they are.  Mr Tesco has to throw them away unless someone like Mummy asks if she can take them for the animals.  She sometimes uses the word ‘rescued’ too.

Anyhow, we had a peaceful Saturday and Sunday.  She came home around midday and we went into our usual morning routine; cuddle, cucumber, runtime, clean cages and breakfast.  We had super-clean cages with fresh hay and some of us had our tunnels and beds missing.  They didn’t come back until nearly bedtime, and they were lovely and warm, as well as clean and dry.

The downside was we all had stuff tickled onto our skin behind our ears.  We’re used to this, and I think Mam was impressed how we all stayed still waiting for her to finish, and presented the right ear at the right time.  It’s something to make the itches disappear.    Apparently she saw Uncle Bob and Auntie Doris when she was out, and discussed Biggles’ touchy spots and my bitey spots. So Mam took action as soon as she got home. This is where she gets her ideas from.  She shouldn’t go meeting people, really.

Roscoe with Ivomectin behind his ears

Mam said she also saw Auntie Kate and Auntie Julie.  They all got together because Auntie Kate was doing something very special called a wedding.  Oh, and Auntie Meggy and Mr M were there too, but I don’t know about them.  Apparently Kevin and Colman knew all the people I’ve been talking about.  We’ve only met Auntie Doris and Uncle Bob. You’ve seen the pictures but I’ll show you again in the picture at the top of the page.  Mam said there weren’t any guinea pigs at the wedding, but a dog called Dexter held the rings for them, whatever that means.

So, that was all the news for this week.  Except that a lot of the boxes Mam’s been packing up have disappeared. She says they were nearly all books, and they’ve gone to new homes.  There’s a bit more room in our room, though.

See you next time

Roscoe xx

Roscoe's Christmas gift 2018

The Last Day of the Year

Way-aye, Roscoe here.

It’s the last day of the year, Mam reckons.  She also says she doesn’t really know what day it is, although she did manage to turn up on the right day for her golf and to collect Uncle James, who’s staying at the moment. I reckon I saw Uncle James last year, but I don’t remember him too well. He seems like a nice chap, anyway.

Last week, the day after Bertie posted, it was Christmas day.  We had presents that Mam helped us unwrap while we had our Christmas morning cuddles.  Neville and I have a wonderful box with hay inside it and grass on the outside.  It makes a lovely noise when we chew it, too.  Bertie and Biggles are jealous, even though they each got a couple of tasty sticks that hang on the side of the cage.

What we didn’t reckon on was Mam deciding we’d got invisible mites making us scratch too much.  Well, something was kind of itchy.  Even Bertie started scratching , so Mam stuck some wet stuff behind our ears the day after Christmas.  It was okay at first, and the next day, but as time went on I didn’t feel like eating much, and neither did Nev or Bertie. Mammy asked us if we were poorly, we were so quiet.

But next day we felt fine again, and she weighed us all and said we were still too heavy and hadn’t lost any weight last week. It was all those yummy carrots we had on our holiday, Mammy.

Between you and me, I reckon Mam’s been eating too many carrots this Christmas too.  She says we all have to do more exercise and eat less starting today and onwards into the new year. I’ll be right behind you, Mam.

Happy new year!

love

Roscoe

xxxxx