7:10 am. Ms M gets out of the bedroom.
As soon as Archy spots her, he starts wheeking. Not very difficult to spot her, as his pen is right next to the door. So, he starts wheeking. Softly in the beginning, louder and louder after all.
Ms M rushes to the veggie shelf, grabs an apple and a red paprika, cuts each of them in four chunks and rushes back to Archy’s pen with them. Meanwhile the bigger toddler already woke up due to the wheeking, but she fell back asleep.
After feeding Archy, Ms M goes to the other three. They wheek, but not that loud.
Kirk sniffs the apple and the pepper and doesn’t seem impressed. Not only this, but he places himself at the fence with a begging face.
Definitely Ms M is impressed and goes grab the celery to give him something he likes. Poor guy, not even a week ago he was on a surgery! He needs to be spoiled.
Finally, some pellets and hay and the piggies are quiet again.
Time to wake up the toddlers!
The little human rascal advanced to the toddler stage. And as she claims more and more autonomy and independence, we need to intervene and keep her on our side.
We used to use her as a distraction for the Human Female. The little brat would keep the (i)responsible human female busy and she would forget to clip our nails, bath us or clean our greasy fur. For dinner we would wheek loud enough to make sure she is aware of our presence.
But since the Toddler toddles, she can be rushed outside the house by the Human Male and kept there for at least half an hour. And this is sufficient time for the Human female to take action.
Last Thursday it was a National Holiday in Belgium. The Toddler asked to walk the Human Male. The Human female found herself alone in the house with at least 20 minutes in her hands. As she lost the habit of having such luxury, she had no idea what to do. Until she laid her eyes on us… And instead of just petting us and enjoying our company, she decided it was time for a manicure and a pedicure.
Worf was the unlucky one because she decided to start with him. But by the time she finished, the Toddler was back and asked for her attention. So the rest of us just chilled. (I am perfectly capable of chewing my own claws. Just that I have no envy in doing so.)
But on Saturday she did it on purpose. She asked the Human Male to rush the Toddler outside so she could concentrate on us. And no matter how hard I tried to hide she managed to catch me. Outrageous!
So now we are trying to find more ways of bribing the Toddler to keep the Human Female busy. Like super busy! Apparently our fresh veggies and pellets are not enough as a bribe anymore. Any ideas?
P.S. This is how upset Worf and Kirk looked like after the spa session on Saturday morning.
Due to repeated issues with home deliveries via DHL, the HF decided to have the new order delivered at her office. I think she somehow underestimated the dimensions of the parcel and had the idea that it will be easy to transport home.
Well, surprise, surprise! The parcel was delivered yesterday and it was huge. I mean really really huge. 10 kilos of hay, two bags of a special dry food to help Worf poop better and 4 packs of puppy pads can’t fit in a small box. You should have seen the face of the HF! She had to find a solution to store those things away from the eyes of her colleagues and guests from work. How could one justify the presence of so much hay in a lobby consultancy?!
She managed somehow to fit everything under her desk and already brought home one pack of 5 kilos of hay, but the other one is still under her desk. And it smells. OK, it is not a bad smell. But it smells like hay in a place where there should be no hay. Hopefully no one will realise from where this comes from before the second pack of hay leaves the office this evening.
The funny part was that she had to drag that pack of hay in a caddy and pass by the crèche to pick the little rascal too. Imagine how the other parents were looking at all that hay! I think some even asked themselves if the toddler was actually eating hay.
And this is how the hay looks like under her desk. Sorry for the poor quality.
So this is what I call dedication and a well-trained human servant!