Neville and Roscoe in Hampshire

Not quite myself today

Morning all.  Roscoe here.

I’m not feeling quite right today.  I wasn’t feeling quite right yesterday either, and Mam noticed and gave me some tubejuice.

She asked me what was wrong, because I was right quiet like, ‘not like meself at all’ as she said.  Of course I couldn’t answer her, and anyway I didn’t right know what was wrong except I felt all funny inside.  Stuffed up, you might say.

She said she thought I might have a tummy upset.  Sounds like it might be.

She gave me lots of mint with my breakfast, which she said would help.  Well, I reckon mint will help any time.  It’s a right pick-me-up, is mint.  So I ate all that, and then I had a snooze, and Mam went out all day, and I felt a bit better by the time she came back.

But she says if I didn’t seem right today she’d take me to the vets.

So I’ll see how I feel after another snooze, and let you know if she decides to take me to see Dr Sally.  Although Dr Sally may not be there because she’s having a baby.  I don’t know who I’ll see then.

More later.

Bye for now

Roscoe xxx

PS. I’m being interviewed by Joshua too.  On 22nd February.  We’ll remind you nearer the time.

Oscar’s on the hammock

I don’t know if I told you, but when Mummy gave me my nice new bed for Oscar & Midge’s birthday present, she gave Oscar the Hammock.  It was George’s hammock; he was given it by one of his fans.  I wasn’t sure how to use it, so Mummy gave it to Oscar.

George under the hammock
George under the hammock

At first he ignored it, although he occasionally put his front feet on it to talk to me through the bars.  Then he took to sleeping under it.  Mummy liked that, since apparently that’s what Fred and George did.

Oscar on the hammock

Last week Oscar started sitting on his hammock, and even lying on it.  He did what Dougall often did, though; he dropped his cucumber down the side and couldn’t find it until Mummy showed him where it had gone.  Dylan never dropped it down the side, so I’m told.

So now the hammock is occupied again, and I have my nice bed which Mummy puts a comfortable layer of hay on as she knows I like it that way.

And I’d say all’s well with the world, except Midge and Mummy both have slight tummy upsets.  Midge is on Cisapride.  I don’t know what Mummy’s on.  Maybe it’s been caused by watching the Olympics too late into the night.  It was nearly 4 am on Saturday, or rather Sunday morning. She said it was all the fault of Jess Ennis-Hill.  Mummy says funny things, sometimes.