I think two of our boys are trying to make me think I'm losing my mind. I thought it was Alistair doing those insanely loud wheeks, but today I saw James doing it (I could see the vibration in his neck), they're such ventriloquists because I don't see their mouths move when they do that. So now I don't know if it's been James this whole time or if they're both doing it. Either way, they are amazingly loud for their size and they do it whenever I reach into the other boys' cage, I reach into the cabinet that their food is kept in, rustle a bag, open the fridge, or move a box that once contained tunnels for them, and sometimes just when I walk by without adoring their boarly selves. I'm not complaining mind you, I just think it's odd that they've started doing this suddenly.
Magellan is getting a real attitude if he doesn't like something now. I took his pellet mash dish out to clean and refill it and he just would not stop chattering his teeth at everything and everyone. Then he got mad at Phantom and they went to polar opposite ends of the cages and flopped down. All was fine again (though they aren't exactly cuddling) when I put the dish back in with some carrot puree (they haven't had carrots in quite some time and they're mad that I'm waiting on my Kleenmama's pellets order so they're not getting their preferred Kleenmama pellets). They've also decided that now is the best time to be picky about pellets in whole or mash form. All they seem to want to eat is salads, and cutting back on that or feeding it all at once hasn't stopped the picky behavior so I've had to increase the amount of veggies they're getting until the Kleenmama's pellets arrive.
- Piggy Patron
I just love all these "Bad Boar" stories. I think it's so cool how their personalities just come shining through!
- Supporter in '16
We've managed to block off Bumby's escape routes now, but the other day I hadn't re-assembled the cage properly after cleaning and Mr Fuzzbucket (the quiet, pensive, snuggly one) snuck out when I was out of the room.
The first I knew that something was up was when the girls started squealing at the top of their lungs. I walked into the room to find Mr Fuzzbucket completely ignoring the girls, just wondering around in his own little world and exploring. He was so adorable that I let him have some impromptu floor time before putting him back.
The boys are on this really cute snowman-patterned fleece right now, even though that season has passed. They keep pushing everything to one end of the cage and dragging back the fleece. I think they're trying to tell me to do laundry, haha. It was almost halfway back when I got up this morning! This is the only one they pull back, too.
Afterwards, though, I heard some serious whining and nagging, but decided to leave them alone. When I came back into the room, the hay bowl had been knocked over, and all the hay was lying outside the cage, and they just kept complaining to me as if to say "It wasn't me, I swear, he did it! It's his fault!" UGH!
Ten minutes later I gave a little lemongrass for experimentation (they've never had it before), and instead of eating it, Pinky took each leaf off the pile and tossed it at The Brain.
I threatened to send them to Peru, but they didn't even bat an eye.
- Supporter in '11
Robin Piggy does that all the time. He even does it while Linus is eating out of a pellet bowl. He grabs it with his little teeth and pulls. it away from Linus, takes a bite, then Linus kicks him off the bowl eats, and then Robin pulls it away again. Eventually one of them gets bored with it and goes to the other food bowl, but they'll do this several times.
Also the other day when I had been late with the hay, I came home to a tipped over Windespirit tunnel, and a tipped over Jen's Custom Craft house. Ovbiously they were complaining about the service.
Also Robin likes to move where the huts, and cuddle saks until they are exactly where he wants them. My husband calls him our designer piggy.
Today was trimming day, and we always have to brace ourselves for it. Riley is usually pretty well-behaved. He'll sit still even as he looks at you with those big pitiful eyes. Jeffrey, on the other hand, acts like his whole world is crashing down around him. He squeals and cries even when it doesn't hurt - I know this because he does it before we even clip down! Today we gave him a little break and set down the clipper by him. He full out attacked it! Complete with lunging and biting! (Don't worry; he got the handle and it was closed anyway.) Oh man my abs hurt from laughing so hard.
Worried, I checked his eyes, nose, weight and bottom parts and watched for a bit. He was chomping hay and pooping as usual. I figured maybe it's an off day and I can keep an eye on him.
They had a little broccoli for dinner last night and, concerned it may be gas, I opened the cage up to see if he'd perk up with exercise. Alan is normally first out cos I always provide goodies and he is Mr Brave. Not today. Stephen eventually got brave enough to come out without Alan and only when Alan heard Stephen chomping did he warily come to see what I had. He was much spookier than usual, made more obvious by Stephen's unusual confidence.
They have been chattering and bickering a bit of late and unless Alan is actually ill and hiding it, I think maybe the top-peeg crown has been passed to Stephen. No-one has any wounds I can see to indicate an actual fight.
I have been known to complain when they do wheek, but this silence is unnerving me no end. I think I'll put Alan in a pet store cage for an hour or so just to double check what he's passing. I want my cheeky wheeky boy back!
- And got the T-shirt
Alan spent and hour an a half in the little cage. After throwing the fleece around, tipping the hay out of the bowl I'd put it in to try to keep it off the fleece (Hay in a bowl hooman? Are you totally mental?) nibbling some and having a drink, he went to sleep. There were only 5 poops in that time which is slightly troubling BUT the first thing he did when I put him back with Stephen was sprint/jog/waddle to the litter tray and have a pee with such a relieved look on his face that it's possible he was trying to hold the poops in too. He's currently stuffing his face with hay.
Praying for teatime wheeks!
- Remembering Nemo
Perhaps he was a bit gassy from the broccoli. They feel a bit off when gassy; slower passing of the poops might also indicate some GI discomfort.
Some floor time usually helps mine with minor gas discomfort.