What Wonderful Whiskers?!
So some of you successfully identified my back end in our ‘Guess Who’ game but now I am asking you to consider something at the other end of me. On my nose to be precise. My whiskers.
They are longer than any of the other piggies and though I once considered the extraordinary length of them to be something special I now find myself feeling a little self concious. Multiple times Mummy has nearly shut them in a zip or cage. Hoomans complain I am tickling their chins and squirm when I snuggle up.
But they are very beautiful, and I am very proud of the perfect shiney condition they are kept in. And I am occassionally complimented on them . . .
I guess what I need is some to say “Buddy, what gorgeous whiskers you have!”
I cannot help being so vain. I blame the weather. The constant rain is dampening my mood and meaning I think about things for far to long. Please help me feel better about myself.