Midge, Percy & Bertie floor time

I’ve been mistreated!

Bertie here.  I’ve had a terrible time this week. Okay, we went out on the grass for a couple of hours earlier in the week, but then it all changed.

And I mean CHANGED.

One day I was down having floor time in the kitchen like normal, and I came back to find my cage had gone! The bottom part was empty, well with white pads lying all over it, and none of my things.  Mummy put me in my loft – and the ramp had gone!  There was a panel across the top where I usually stand and watch her.  I found another ramp on the other side, but it was steeper and the wrong colour.  I couldn’t bear to go down it.  Besides, I didn’t know where it led.

After a bit Mummy picked me up and put me down a level.  Well, she tried to push me towards the ramp tunnel first, but I wasn’t having any of that. So she put me downstairs with Midge!  Well, that was a surprise.  I like teasing Midge.  We chatted a bit, and he grumbled a bit about having me mess up his nice clean cage. We don’t usually have clean cages midweek. After a while I went back upstairs to have a snooze in my tent.

Percy picks some grass

Later Mummy came back so I came down again. She put Percy in my other run, the one she’d covered with white stuff.  I didn’t see much of Percy. He hid in the zebra snugglesac, which smelled funny. Then Midge got all antsy about me being there, and told me off.  And I told him off, because Mummy had given me the ramp so she must mean me to use it.  And he said nobody asked him, and I said something else, and anyway we got into a bit of a fight.

Mummy took me out and put me in my loft.  She took the ramp away and put the other panel across.  So I was all caged in and in a tiny run.  I tell you, it’s mistreatment and somebody ought to pay for it!

I went out on the kitchen floor the next morning.  Percy didn’t come down. He was wobbling around my his cage like he was drunk or something.  He spent most of his time in his zebra sac or his tartan tunnel. Mummy took him downstairs on his own a few times, well lots of times. She brought us up some nice things sometimes, grass and things called clover. I had another run on the kitchen floor that afternoon, too.  That’s new.  The next day (Friday) was much the same, but Percy was more himself, walking around better.  He was eating hay and food too.  I thought I might get his leftovers like we had the night before, but no.

Saturday all went back to normal.  Mummy cleaned both parts of my run out and put my proper ramp back.  Percy went back to Midge.  They bickered a lot.  Midge was jealous that Percy had special treatment.  Percy says it’s very painful and you have to eat horrid tasting foods. He’s still got his lump.  You can see how big it is because his hair’s been cut off.  There’s a funny line across the lump; it looks like it’s been joined together somehow.  Percy says he’s had an operation but Dr Sally couldn’t get the lump out, so he’s keeping it. Well, if it’s his, why not?

Percy and his lump

So all is back to normal, Percy’s keeping his lump, and Mummy says Percy’s hair will grow back pretty soon. It’s not very pretty, though.  And I was only mistreated for three nights, shut up in a 2×2 cage.

Mummy says I should think myself lucky, I might have had to go in the 100 cage on a floor somewhere without any of my things.  That’s not nearly as nice.

Oh, all right then.

Percy seems all right to me. He hasn’t changed since Saturday.

 

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Bertie & Biggles had a half-birthday

Hello all, Percy here.

Sorry I’m late this week. Yesterday was Bertie and Biggles’ half-birthday. It’s a half a year since they were born, so they are now six months old. That’s seven in piggy years, which I was going to tell you more about but I’ll leave it for another time.

I think Mummy only celebrated their half-birthday because she knew they were getting too big for some of the toys in their runs. She took the small chube out of  the runs a little while ago, because she didn’t want them to get stuck in them. They each weigh over 1100 gms now, which is more than Oscar weighs. They have been using secondhand grassy tunnels to make sure they didn’t get stuck, but there wasn’t much interesting grass left on them.

biggles small fiddlesticks

Biggles has been complaining he had to squeeze through his old fiddlesticks, too. Well, they are a bit small. Fred and George had them when they were little. They are heirloom fiddlesticks.

Well, they had a surprise when Mummy came home yesterday. She gave them new tunnels and fiddlesticks – well, Bertie had a new type of tunnel we’ve not seen before, called a seagrass tunnel, and Biggles had some new rainbow fiddlesticks. They are the same type that Oscar has, although his are very faded. Hugo had those first, so again, they are heirloom ones, too.

Anyway, here are Bertie and Biggles with their half-birthday presents.

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T for Tunnels #AtoZChallenge

Kevin's new tent

Hello! I’m Kevin.  I’m a ginger and white guinea pig and I look after both George’s Guinea Pig World and our Facebook page.  Percy and I have been sharing the workload for our A to Z Challenge this year, and I’ll be doing this last week.

Our theme is “Our Favourite Things” – and I hope you’re not tired out from all this blog-visiting!  I’ve had an upset tummy for the last couple of weeks, but I’m feeling a lot better now.


tT is for Tunnels…

… although it could also be for TENTS.

We have lots of tunnels, some soft and cosy ones, some cardboard ones, and some covered with dry grass which we can nibble.  There’s also a blue fabric one, the same as our tent fabric, which we use out of doors.  Tunnels are lovely to snuggle up in or run through, and they make a great shelter when we’re in the garden and fancy a snooze.

When Mummy first got guinea pigs, that was Fred and George, she used to carry them around in the cardboard tunnels called chubes, which she thought might be safer if she ever tripped over.  Later when she got the tents, she realised that not only are they good for sheltering from the sun (and rain if she forgets to bring us in and it starts raining), but also, for carrying us from the house to the garden and so on.  And then when she did that, we all knew what was what, so when she shakes our tents at us we come and get in them to be taken in (or out).  Mostly.  Sometimes if we really don’t want to come in she has to be a little stern with us.  But we know when she really means it.

She’s learnt from our Looks at her when we want to come in.  I think Fred taught her to watch for his Look, and I managed to give her the same Look, which she understands.  So we’ve done quite well at training Mummy over the years.

Here’s a moving picture of Dylan playing with his tent and tunnels in the garden, and Dougall too.

And here’s a picture of Midge coming into his tent at the end of floor-time in the morning.

Come back tomorrow and see us doing something Unusual!!

At Last!!

Yay! I’m Piggy of the Month at last!  Last month it was Dougall and this month it’s me and it’s our first birthday on November 27th!

We came to Mummy’s house on 17th December when we were three weeks old, to live with Uncle Victor.  I like Uncle Victor.  I say hello to him very warmly every morning when he joins me on the floor for our run.  He’s very patient with me, although sometimes he’s feeling a bit sore and he ticks me off.  I know he doesn’t mean it much so I go off and bother Uncle Humphrey instead.  I like floor time. Continue reading “At Last!!”