roscoe in the hay

Everything seems settled now

Way-aye, Roscoe here again.

We were just feeling all settled this week, nice run, a bit of sun so we had some grass time on Saturday… and then Mam goes and puts that sticky stuff behind our ears. It’s meant to get rid of things that make us itch, and it does. The trouble is, she cleans out the whole cage, washes all our lovely cuddly cage wear, and leaves us in the clean run with a handful of hay and just our tents to hide in.

She does as much washing as she can, mind. It wasn’t a good drying day yesterday, so we didn’t get our bed back. Well, Bertie and Biggles got theirs back, but for some reason ours still wasn’t dry by bedtime. Mam left our tents in for us instead. Neville kept going in mine, so I told him rather strongly that it was mine, not his.

The trouble with having clean cages is we haven’t got enough hay built up to really have fun with it. We’ve got enough to eat, but it spreads a bit thin when you try to lie on it too. And as for tunnelling in it, well, forget it.

But apart from that, everything seems pretty settled now. Mam is always busy around the house. Maybe she was always busy but she had two floors of house to look after, so we don’t know what she did when she was downstairs. It seemed yesterday that she was always doing something; cleaning our room, cleaning all the windows, putting our dry things away. Putting her dry things away. Doing things on the little computer. Doing things on the big computer (I use the little one when she lets me get hold of it.)

So now we’ve got rid of the itches, and everything’s settled down.

Except Mam says we may have a party on Friday and get renamed the Victory Four. It’s like the Jubilee Seven, but different.

Watch this space!

So long for now

Roscoe xxxx

Grass; such an interesting topic

Way-aye, Roscoe here again.

Mam’s been picking grass for us most days. Biggles has got so used to it that he gives out a big wheek when it’s the right sort of time. Mam comes along and asks us what’s wrong, and we all wheek at her and she realises. She’s good like that.

She’s been going into the garden and picking grass for us. There are different types, we can tell. There’s thick, lush grass which sounds like it’s from the wet and sunny part at the bottom. We haven’t been down there yet. Mam says there are buttercups and daisies and she doesnt think we can go down, but we’d be her easiest way of keeping the grass under control. We don’t eat daisies and buttercups, Mam, they’re bad for us. Just send us down there and we’ll do the job.

Then there’s some thinner grass which I reckon has been growing in the shade. That’s probably from the side of the bank going down the little hill. It’s very tasty, and is the one most likely to have dandelions in it.

Then there’s a little smidgin of our new grass, whch Mam gave us yesterday. It’s short and tough at the moment, but I reckon when it settles in, it’ll be fine.

Mam says it might be warm enough for us to go out this week. She’s not supposed to walk on the new grass till after Easter, and that’s this coming weekend. But she reckons she could put down a mat and stand on that to put our runs out.

She’s clever, you know, our Mam. She works out ways to do things. She even managed to hook the washing machine up to everything yesterday. She spent the whole afternoon doing washing. The machine is still in the middle of the kitchen. She’s still thinking about it.

See what happens this week. Bertie will tell all next Monday. He gets all the fun jobs. He’s put together a group of our posts to tell the saga of our move from Norfolk to Hampshire. I wrote half of it, mind.

Bye for now

Roscoe xxxx

It’s been very sunny

Hello, Percy here again.

I don’t know what to write about really.  It’s been very sunny, but Mummy seems to wear a lot of clothes, especially when she goes out.  She says it’s cold outside.  I don’t really know what that means, although I must admit it gets cooler at night than it used to.  I’m nice and warm, either in my snuggly bed or lying on my bed of hay.

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We have a window in our roof, and sometimes I see a white thing in the sky at night.  It changes shape.  I gather it’s called the moon and it goes round our world and gets shone on by the sun, which makes it look white, but we don’t always see it all.  Sounds complicated.  The sun comes in our garden more than it did, because some trees have been cut down.  Mummy says it’s good for the grass, which will grow better next year, but if it gets hot we won’t have enough shade, so she’s trying to work out what to do about it.  I’m sure she’ll think of something.

The men who were making noises and made us move into the other room have all gone.  There was one who came back and made noises upstairs the other day, but he’s gone now and Mummy says he won’t be coming back.  Although tomorrow the man will come to check our boiler to make sure we keep warm through the winter.  I had a look at the boiler yesterday, because Mummy washed all our cage wear, and took it out to lay on the warm surfaces in the cupboard with the boiler while she was cuddling me.  It was all very interesting, but I prefer sitting on her lap to be cuddled.

So, that’s all the news from here.  What’s happening with you?