Piggy Parenthood. Not A Job . . . An Adventure!
Our new addition, Baby Basil, has surprised me. As with when Nutty arrived to be my new companion, I find myself bouncing around the cage more. Squeaking a little louder. Being more friendly. (Not like Buddy who is struggling to get more than a few minutes sleep at once and is too exhausted to play all the time. Though he did some very impressive zoomies today!)
It is as though he has rubbed off on me! I am quite an elderly gentlepig now so to behave this way is quite peculiar. I haven’t even really met him. Whee just squeak at each other across the garden or the living room.
Nutty appears quite jealous really! Mummy always used to call him Baby Nut but now his middle is no longer ‘widdle’ he cannot really be consider a baby. He is far more like a stroppy teenager, rumbling around the cage and complaining loudly should someone ignore him for longer than three seconds.
Mummy is careful to give us equal attention (well I would expect no less!) but this isn’t enough for Nutty. I am seriously considering the advice giving to Buddy on handling Basil and sitting on Nutty until he calms down and listens.
I may not be a spring chicken but with my newfound bouncy-popcorning, there is life in this old piggy yet!