After holding Kitten this evening, I cleaned their sleeping area (new towel, fresh pinechips and hay). Nina adores the fresh hay and I think loves being the first girl in. She returned and snuck behind a towel, surreptitiously grabbing pieces of hay. It was her turn to be picked up next so I tried to position her but she´d run one way, then I cornered her in another area -- and she squeezed past me to freedom.
Well she stood there (just behind me), wondering what had gone wrong -- obviously perplexed I had messed up so badly, and after a moment came back in so I could catch her. She´s done that a couple times. It always kills me because she whimpers so much and acts like she does NOT want to be picked up but then she gives me a second chance.
Some of these pigs are real characters, and awfully fun to have around.
Seems to me it´s kind of a survival instinct to put up as much of a fuss as possible.
At any rate, it doesn´t matter. We do all these things for them, so they´re "obligated" to be person-handled on a regular basis!
Occasionally when I´m sprawled on the floor reading or watching TV he´ll come over and settle into some safe harbor, like the crook of my elbow or the bend of my knees. He´s my Special Pig.