So it’s been a bit of a tricky week for us. Our big and daft husboar Boris passed away. We’ve worked out who’s in charge (Intimidating Iris - as if that was ever in dispute) and we are getting along just fine.
But today we were unceremoniously put in to our pet carrier with just a handful of hay and left there while the slaves were doing the cleaning out. Oh we were excited at the thought of clean bath mats to scent mark, and clean hay trays to dive into.
Imagine our shock and disbelief that while we were nibbling hay and dreaming of our newly cleaned home and hay trays someone stole a great big chunk of our cage. Yes! You heard right! A whole big chunk of cage and a hay tray have vanished.
We pointed this out to our big slave and bumped into the end just to emphasise the point but she says we are “downsizing” now that there’s only 2 of us. Seriously? How are we supposed to manage in a 5 x 2? It’s tiny.
Please help us, GPU
Iris and Hazel.


But today we were unceremoniously put in to our pet carrier with just a handful of hay and left there while the slaves were doing the cleaning out. Oh we were excited at the thought of clean bath mats to scent mark, and clean hay trays to dive into.
Imagine our shock and disbelief that while we were nibbling hay and dreaming of our newly cleaned home and hay trays someone stole a great big chunk of our cage. Yes! You heard right! A whole big chunk of cage and a hay tray have vanished.
We pointed this out to our big slave and bumped into the end just to emphasise the point but she says we are “downsizing” now that there’s only 2 of us. Seriously? How are we supposed to manage in a 5 x 2? It’s tiny.
Please help us, GPU
Iris and Hazel.



