Mamma is desperate. She doesn’t want me unhappy or unsatisfied because she knows what that means in mini pig language: manipulative potty “accidents” all over, sometimes in clumps and sometimes as trails, as a clear sign of my frustration.
I have it down to a science. If she leaves me in my room at times when I know I can finish off the cats’ or kids’ leftovers, I protest. If she leaves me in my room at times that I know are devoted to cuddling, I protest.
It’s messy business but it sure keeps Mamma on top of my schedule. Sometimes I just go in the corner of my room. Other times I go outside but then purposely come back in mid-potty to leave a nice yellow trail, much like the yellow brick road, all the way to the kitchen.
Mamma does anything to avoid me being unhappy because she will do anything to avoid my mini pig cunning and manipulative ways. I am so sweet, I just need to drive a point home and boy does it work.
So to prevent me from missing out on cuddle time because she has been extra busy lately, she stuck me on her bed with Pizzico. She stood me on there (pigs will happily stand for a while) and then covered me up, hoping I could keep Pizzi warm.
I tried to get comfortable, I really did. But Pizzico wouldn’t hold me. He wouldn’t get close enough to make me lie down and fall asleep.
Yup, doesn’t take long for Mamma to arrive. SQUEEEEALLLLL! One more time for emphasis.
She’s walking a fine line thinking that Pizzico “cuddle time” will count as part of my daily cuddle time. A real fine line.
On a separate note, please all send Nylablue lots of love. I’m sending her many piggy kisses and virtual cuddles. She hasn’t been doing too well the past couple days.
Excuse me now, I’m off to squeal until Mamma picks me up.
~ Coccolino the cuddly but manipulative (don’t forget it) mini pig