Does our ma think we are daft?

We have a slight crisis in this house. We have run out of Timothy hay.

Due to mummies anti-social working hours (anti-social as they mean sleeping during the hours the pet shop is open) she has been unable to replenish our stocks. We do have some hay, (hay being vital to diet, for our tooty pegs (teeth) which never stop growing, it also gives us something to do so we don't get bored in between our eating, sleeping and yelling). This hay however, is our bedding hay. Its the hay we sleep and hide in. Yes we occasionally do have a nibble on it but at the end of the day, to be frank would you eat your duvet, munch on your pillows or dine on your sheets? Thought not.

To this end we prefer "Timothy hay" for our munching hay. I haven't got the foggiest why is called "timothy hay", I've never heard of "Andrew hay" or "Alice hay", or is that taking the Mick hay"?

In our house we have veggies in the morning, fresh veg and fruit being vital to our nutrition as we can neither make or store vitamin C and at night timothy hay and our dry food, great for our teeth, topped up.

Last night, due to the lack of timothy hay in our gaff we got fed bedding hay instead, does she think we are stoopid to fall for that, it's timothy hay or nothing for our tea. we we disgruntled and most annoyed. As hungry as we were, we refused point blank to even entertain that stuff for out tea. We might give it a cursory nibble but nothing other. There is no way we were sitting down to fill our faces and ultimately bellies with that stuff so we, yelled and yelled a little more, And a little louder. We were hungry and wanted feeding now and feeding decent food not that cheep muck.

Mummy informed us we had been given our tea, and there was food in our cage. Yes we knew and were well aware of that but and a big but it was quite frankly, crap. And refused to even to turn a hair in relation to eaten that cheap and frankly poor intimation of what is supposed to be a tasty and yummy tea.

Then mummy announced, I know what I can give you. She clearly understood that we were unwilling to even give cage room (or tummy room) to our "tea". We hung around waiting, me hanging over the side of the cage squawking my heads off. Heard a very exciting sound. The fridge door opening, followed by the sound of a knife chopping something up.

A few minutes later, mummy appeared with my favourite food. Cucumber. Yummy! we were delighted, so, so happy decent, tasty food last. we have mummy so well trained, just a pity that it takes her a while to tumble to our needs. Sadly sometimes do not receive the instance attention we would expect from a well trained slave, there to immediately to respond to our every, whim, need and demand.

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Much love, enjoy your weekend.

Love Sparky and Scampy