Ophelia and Bianca

Bianca here, to report on tonight. Middle Slave was back again, after a long time. She started trying to wash herself. She may call herself Piggy in the Middle but she didn't wash very effectively, as she didn't use saliva. Tut. Ophelia rubbed her nose and then ran upramp to watch from more of a height and distance, while I stared from below. What was this show? Would we get treats? I rubbed my nose, but she only talked at me, cooing that I'm a good girl.
And then they tried to catch me! At one point I plopped into the water bowl as I ran away. And after being weighed, I had to WAIT for my treat until Ophelia had finally been caught as well. Mini slave wasn't so tolerant of the game of chase, so Ophelia was picked up with bare hands and made her protests clear, but at least we got courgette afterwards.
Hoomans forgot to communicate so we don't have completely fresh hay tonight, but that's ok as she did clear away our poos.
 
Slave in the middle gave me (Bianca) my morning medication today. We were both very excited (although I was more excited) and I opened my mouth wide and took the medication like a very good piggy. Then we got courgette. Ophelia hid with hers, of course.
 
I walked in to check on the piggies without checking the time. Half past three. The first thing I see behind the door is a Bianca, fluffed up and round, staring at me. Silly me. It's too close to food time. She starts wheeking, alerting Ophelia, and now I have two pairs of eyes looking up at me expectantly. They are not interested in forage food, and of course they know that I'm still here when I duck down behind the C&C grids. So, on big slave's orders, I return a few minutes later with coriander.
What happens every time is that it doesn't satisfy them. In fact, when they have finished, they beg even harder. They rub their noses. I rub mine back. They give me big eyes. Ophelia eventually gives up and walks away. Bianca stops for a second. Then she is back up on her hind legs. No luck. She gets down. Then back up. Not working. Down again. Then back up. My dear piggies, this is manipulation at its finest.
 
If you walk into mini-slave’s room where the piggies live, you can expect one of just two things to happen:
  1. You get completely ignored. This is likely because you entered during the all important midday nap and it takes quite some disturbance to coax them out.
  2. You are immediately greeted. In fact, they (or Bianca at least) are expecting you. In this case, an offering of food - good food, not silly dry stuff - is the only acceptable outcome.
So if you don’t intend to give them food, you might as well stay out, unless you are mini-slave.

Oh piggies, can’t I say hello to you without food… you eat hay most of the time anyway, but there’s no way you’d accept me handing you hay to eat from my hands.
 
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