My name is Piglet and I'm a little pink pig. Well, really, I'm a cat. A Sphynx. But I look like a little pink pig.
My older brother, Grover, is a Devon Rex. He writes here, too, but don't believe anything he says.
We live in a tree house in New York City with our mom and we thank you for visiting!
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Oui! Si! Aywa! Yes! Yes! Yes!
Hi:
It's Piggy.
I think this photo, once and for all, answers the questions of: 1) Does Grover love me?; 2) Is Grover the World's Biggest Teller Of Falsehoods because he always acts like he doesn't love me?; and 3) Is Piggy the cutest and kindest and most forgiving cretin, um, CAT, who lives in this apartment because even after all the smack that Grover has spoken about me, I STILL let him use me as his pillow?
I'd say, the answer is YES! YES! YES!
Love,
Piggy
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VAMPIRE!
Piggy,
We endure, like Cinderella in her ashes, filled with love and patience for the douchetards with whom we must perforce cohabit.
Yours in servitutde,
Mochy
It is true love, indeed!
Um, the look on Grover's face is what really says it all. It looks like he is saying: "What is this strange odor? Is someone cooking mushroom pie?"
Why do you two pretend to hate each other?
Oh yes, Piggy, we all know Grover loves you. He's just full of hot air.
We like seeing these surreptious snuggling sessions!
This post made me cry. Sigh. True love. There is nothing better in the world.
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