It all started last weekend. My female human slave (FHS) was away for something called "military duty" and I was alone with the male human slave (MHS) and the tiny human slave (THS). After much squeaking and running about the cage, I finally allowed MHS to pick me up on the promise of salad. He put me on the living room rug and as is my typical routine, I grabbed a piece of lettuce and made haste for under the sofa. The human slaves don't seem to mind when I do this and they are never far from the area. It's a great place to nap.
But then...I spotted something. What's this? Is it a doorway to some magical land? It is!
Slowly...slowly, I make my way up, up, up! Not long after that MHS and THS notice I've disappeared. I can hear them moving about, talking, looking, wondering where I've gone.
The game is afoot! They've finally figured out I am IN the sofa. I make my way back through the "door", which MHS promptly fixes by tearing the whole bottom off the sofa when he realizes where I've been hiding.
Upon her return, FHS said it's a good thing I'm so adorable and I best not pull any more naughty stunts like this again or I will be relegated to floor time in the pen like those rowdy adolescent pigs who live below me.
FHS has A LOT of those clunky things the human slaves wear on their paws.
I've also discovered a new treat called "toilet paper".
(And thank you Bookfan! We're pretty fond of our Gus too!)
FHS slave had started talking to me a few weeks ago about whether or not I needed a friend. I heard her mention to MHS that she thought I was "sad and depressed." I don't know what this means though. But I guess she wasn't so much asking if I WANTED friend, she was telling me I was actually getting one.
Last week she introduced me to my new roommate. She took us out on the back enclosed porch in a big open space I'd never been before. There was lots of veggies (even some new ones!) and piles of hay. But then...she plopped this little fuzzball in next to me. At first I thought, "Oh boy...this is going to be a repeat of when I tried to introduce myself to the jerks upstairs." Surprisingly, after a few hours I grew to enjoy being the boss and having the little guy, who FHS calls "Woodrow", around. He's an extra set of paws to help pull all the hay out of the bag and scatter it all over the cage. More veggies at salad time means more for me to steal.
I think I'll keep him around awhile.
- Supporter 2016-2017
If you keep standing on the wire like that I will have to come all the way to kiss those kissable lips handsome! You are both very cute!
It's only fair that we get to share stuffs too. Mainly me though, cuz I'm the pig who started it all.
I see everythin' that goes on in this place. Nothin happens with out me knowin. I'm the boss...see.
So me and Rocket...we're sticking around.