Not such a very happy new year

Oh dreadful-exploding-butterfly-seeds! We are in crisis.

Hello everyone. It’s Odeletta here. I know this is Octavia’s blog but something dreadful has happened and Mummy thinks that all seven of her blog readers will wonder why Octavia is so quiet these days, because that’s very unlike her.

The truth is, we can’t find her. She’s lost!

The last time anyone remembers seeing her was on Christmas morning just after she opened her Christmas presents. Then we had family Christmas photos. I can’t remember seeing her after that.

She just disappeared.

And the strange thing is that the big box of chocolate mice she got for Christmas is unopened. We have had to put it in the fridge because the weather is hot and the chocolate was starting to go soft.

We are so dreadfully worried. What could have happened to her!

We don’t think she would have left home, because she would have taken the box of chocolate mice with her.

And we don’t think she is hiding because again, she would have taken the box of chocolate mice with her.

Oh what could have happened???

I know she didn’t fall into the toilet because we checked and she’s too fat to be flushed away.

This is most upsetting.

I hope she turns up soon. It’s dreadfully quiet without her.

I’ll end this blog post with the very last photo Mummy took of Octavia. It was just after she had opened her presents. She was so happy that she let RABBIT give her a giant hug. And now she’s disappeared.

Stay safe Octavia x

RABBIT

Oh rotten aubergines.

Why can’t I just live in a normal house? Why does my family have to be so different?

I know that they are caring and stuff like that, but do they really have to run a halfway house for stuffies?

We’ve only just got rid of Bruce. He ended up staying for twelve long weeks until Mummy said he was ready to go back into the big wide world. And then yesterday Mummy turned up with RABBIT.

At least Bruce was an owl and not much bigger than me. But RABBIT is ginormous. I don’t like to moan and all that but it’s just that RABBIT keeps giving me these giant cuddles and he squeezes me so very very tightly that I can’t get away.

Mummy says that it’s because RABBIT is insecure and needs lots and lots of love but there are limits you know.

And do you know what happened last night? RABBIT ended up sleeping in Mummy and Daddy’s bed. I don’t think Daddy was very impressed but Mummy said that it was important that RABBIT was made to feel welcome. I have to say I feel so very very angry. I’ve NEVER EVER been allowed to sleep in Mummy and Daddy’s bed.

And guess what Mummy gave me for breakfast this morning. Yes! I got lettuce and carrots. I tried to point out to Mummy that she had made a mistake but she just glared at me and said “honestly Octavia, I can’t go around cooking different breakfasts for everyone you know”.

Oh pickled aubergines! It’s just not fair. I bet Daddy didn’t get lettuce and carrots!

Being four was easy

Oh five absolutely excited chocolate mice! You will never ever guess what today is. Not in a million billion years you won’t. Today is my FIFTH BIRTHDAY.

Oh trillions and trillions of chocolate mice. I have never ever been five years old before. Yesterday I will still four. But now I am five.

I am so very very excited but I’m also so very very “perturbed”. Not a word I would usually use but now that I’m an older owl I must start using more important words.

I am "perturbed" because I do not know what to expect now that I am five years old. I have never been five before. Being four was easy. I have had so very much practice. 365 days worth of practice. But being five! That’s a whole new kettle of aubergines.

I asked Oxford this morning if he could give me some advice now that I was five. He looked at me with very wise eyes and said “Octavia, knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is not putting it in fruit salad.”

Sometimes Oxford baffles me. What have tomatoes got to be with being five? I don’t even like tomatoes so why would I go and put them in my fruit salad?

I am a confused owl.

A five year old confused owl.