tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53830412024-03-12T21:53:09.762-05:00Little Pink PigMy 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.<br><br>
My older brother, Grover, is a Devon Rex. He writes here, too, but don't believe anything he says.<br><br>
We live in a tree house in New York City with our mom and we thank you for visiting!Piggy and Groverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10457601777823796041noreply@blogger.comBlogger290125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383041.post-78425972011691775132013-01-17T10:54:00.001-05:002013-01-18T16:30:05.275-05:00Rest in peace, Piggy, my dear little pink love.
My Little Pink Pig
Hello old friends:
Piggy died last night, January 16th, 7pm, in my arms. He had a very bad episode of arrhythmia, more violent than usual, and did not recover.
Pig communicating with his planet.
My fiance, who loves Piggy as I do, was on the phone with me while it happened. I called him as soon as I realized what was happening as it was evident from the moment Piggy and Groverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10457601777823796041noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383041.post-36810559199965518862012-06-22T08:13:00.000-05:002012-06-22T08:13:54.501-05:00Aged to Perfection
Hi:
It's Grover.
Listen, I am so wee that I can sit in the window track instead of on the window sill.
Having never risen above six pounds, this is one of the many reasons my mother calls me The Perpetual Kitten even though I am fifteen years old and very brilliant and have lived a long, adventurous life and deserve the utmost respect!
So, respect your elders, even if they are tiny and Piggy and Groverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10457601777823796041noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383041.post-89108349248788028542012-06-14T09:08:00.004-05:002012-06-14T09:09:09.884-05:00All You Need Is Lurve
Hi:
It's Grover.
Listen, do you believe this nonsense? Can't a cat get any rest around here without having to witness this disgusting display of lurve surely instigated by Piggy in a lame attempt to make me jealous?!
Get a room, you two.
Harrumph.
Love,
GroverPiggy and Groverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10457601777823796041noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383041.post-37585581834005117992012-06-11T05:42:00.004-05:002012-06-11T05:42:45.737-05:00Angels In The Morning
Hi:
It's Grover. Listen, this patch of sun is only on the kitchen floor for a short while every morning and Piggy always tries to squish into it with me.
Mom took this picture after we had just eaten our yogurt. As you can see, I often get it on my nose. How embarrassing that she didn't wipe it off before taking this shot. Harrumph.
I am, however, glad you can now know for Piggy and Groverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10457601777823796041noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383041.post-49903739865728295942012-06-10T16:50:00.002-05:002012-06-10T16:50:33.041-05:00New and Improved Grover?
Hi:
It's Grover. OK, so sometimes I snuggle Piggy now. Like every day, really.
So sue me.
Love,
Grover
Piggy and Groverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10457601777823796041noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383041.post-19529891538759315992011-08-15T05:50:00.001-05:002011-08-15T05:51:33.120-05:00How To Spend A Rainy DayCurl up with your best friend...or at least with someone who occasionally allows you to snuggle with him, and call it a day.Piggy and Groverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10457601777823796041noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383041.post-14770929069656329882011-08-06T08:40:00.002-05:002011-08-06T08:41:17.825-05:00The Price of LazinessThis is why I should unpack groceries as soon as I return home; otherwise, a certain pink pig will make a bed of the unopened bag of chocolate tortilla chips and turn them into a bag of chocolate tortilla chip crumbs. Harrumph.Piggy and Groverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10457601777823796041noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383041.post-31892229740770600422011-07-21T20:18:00.002-05:002011-07-21T20:21:18.681-05:00Satan called, he wants his weather back...Hot as you-know-where here in NYC. Grover chooses to relax in the air-conditioned bedroom, but the silly Pink Pig refuses to stay in the cool and splays himself out like this on my un-air-conditioned office floor.He slays me.Piggy and Groverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10457601777823796041noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383041.post-31100498385791404292011-07-11T10:09:00.009-05:002011-07-22T06:30:31.795-05:00You Are BeautifulOur mom has a message for y'all. Because you're beautiful, you know?OXOGrover and Piggy and AllisonPiggy and Groverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10457601777823796041noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383041.post-48510264990039562742011-06-28T06:02:00.003-05:002011-06-28T07:44:31.642-05:00Sunshine...On the Kitchen Floor...Makes Us Happy...Grover, this is why no one believes you when you say you hate Piggy. Whole rooms of the tree house flood with sunlight, yet you and Piggy both squish into one small patch of it. Hmmm...P.S. Hi. It's Grover. Listen. I was there FIRST! Harrumph. Love, GroverDEAL ALERT! If you buy your pets' meds from 1800PetMeds.com (like we do), I suggest you enter their site through ebates.com (free to Piggy and Groverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10457601777823796041noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383041.post-40128815647033516322011-06-27T05:55:00.007-05:002011-06-27T07:55:00.578-05:00I Want It NowPiggy woke me up at 3:45 this morning wanting his wet food. I've learned that it's easier to just get up and feed him so he shuts the fuck up and I can get back to sleep. My strategy of 'ignoring' (IMPOSSIBLE) him until I am ready to wake up, results only in my laying there listening to him howl as I stew and wish harder and harder that he'd shut the fuck up. He doesn't, and this undoubtedly Piggy and Groverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10457601777823796041noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383041.post-76783502384273565422011-06-25T10:17:00.001-05:002011-06-27T14:45:03.097-05:00He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother.Piggy and Groverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10457601777823796041noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383041.post-23253910108877070672011-06-24T05:03:00.002-05:002011-06-24T05:17:55.882-05:00Lost and FoundCouldn't find Piggy for an hour. Then I did...sleeping in a lampshade in the storage area. I wonder if this is the feline equivalent to dancing around with a lampshade on one's head...Piggy and Groverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10457601777823796041noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383041.post-59664686630204936992011-06-22T05:50:00.001-05:002011-06-22T05:51:39.161-05:00HarrumphOh sure, they can wake me up at 5am every day for wet food, but god forbid I want to kiss them when they are napping.Piggy and Groverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10457601777823796041noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383041.post-49798715278298114362011-06-20T08:01:00.001-05:002011-06-20T08:02:11.859-05:00What is Love?Piggy and Groverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10457601777823796041noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383041.post-48179657359315036912011-05-17T06:47:00.002-05:002011-06-27T07:58:52.944-05:00It's Raining, It's Purring...The boyz know the best way to spend a rainy day.Meanwhile, I'm building an ark...Piggy and Groverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10457601777823796041noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383041.post-49458882957302291152011-05-06T08:04:00.001-05:002011-05-06T08:05:23.920-05:00Vito's LegacyComforter + Grandma Pants = Happy BoyzPiggy and Groverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10457601777823796041noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383041.post-55888011482547225492011-05-04T14:15:00.000-05:002011-05-04T14:16:47.098-05:00Love Is BlindGrover has a bit of a shoe fetish these days...Piggy and Groverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10457601777823796041noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383041.post-89304196738392611792011-03-04T11:49:00.021-05:002011-03-04T15:00:14.956-05:00A Day In the Life of GroverThis is my bag. Over the past 23 minutes, I have molded it exactly the way I want it. It is mine. I love my bag! Ahh....my BAG! Uh oh, I have to go to the bathroom. Where is that stinky Pig? Oh, he's in the bedroom. OK. Good. Be right back.Oh hello, what's this? A new bed? It's very comfortable. Ah, my new favorite thing!Oh yeah? I'll show you whose bag this is!I said, GET OFF MY BAGPiggy and Groverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10457601777823796041noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383041.post-1491334114064900722011-03-02T18:29:00.002-05:002011-03-02T18:31:48.411-05:00Piggy's Rules of Life #4Take advantage of every opportunity to show your bits.Piggy and Groverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10457601777823796041noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383041.post-7565733682847538082011-02-10T06:13:00.004-05:002011-02-10T06:17:16.239-05:00Piggy's Rules of Life #3Hi:It's Piggy. Rule #3....JAMES IS MINE!Love,PiggyP.S. Hi. It's Grover. Listen. Wrong! Wrong, I say, wrong! He's MINE! Piggy and Groverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10457601777823796041noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383041.post-67954581147923582682011-02-01T06:30:00.002-05:002011-02-01T06:36:49.480-05:00Piggy's Rules of Life #2Hi:It's Grover. Listen, if you leave any article of clothing on the floor, Piggy believes you put it there for his comfort, and will sleep on it.I, of course, believe nothing he does or says to be true unless I test it out for myself, because he is prone to immature behavior like trying to look especially cute and comfy to entice me to snuggle up to him.I will not be fooled by his fakery!Love,Piggy and Groverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10457601777823796041noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383041.post-16371390067188964332011-01-31T09:08:00.003-05:002011-01-31T09:13:07.093-05:00Piggy's Rules of Life #1 Hi:It's Grover. Listen, this week I will share with you some of Piggy's Rules of Life, not all of which are original, as evidenced above of Piggy drinking my mom's water from her glass.I DO THAT! HE DIDN'T MAKE THAT UP, THE LITTLE COPY PIG!Harrumph.Anyway, so that's Piggy's Rule of Life #1. Any glass of water you see about the house is yours. Feel free to quaff.Even if it's really MY rule, I Piggy and Groverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10457601777823796041noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383041.post-33478784353487035042011-01-28T07:13:00.001-05:002011-01-28T07:15:24.108-05:00Stop StaringThere's a heat pole in this corner of the bathroom. Piggy spends much of his day huddled up to it. And he doesn't appreciate Peeping Toms.Piggy and Groverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10457601777823796041noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383041.post-86466201298134029912011-01-14T09:15:00.005-05:002011-01-14T15:10:06.844-05:00Two to a CellHi:It's Grover. Listen, I'm not snuggling Piggy or anything so don't get the wrong idea. It's just that the floor in this corner gets nice and warm from the heat system.Really.It's not like I am suddenly fond of 'He of the Potato-Mushroom Casserole Aroma' pressed against me or anything.Really.Love,GroverP.S. Burp. Mom better start lockin' up these bottles o' booze or next thing ya know me and Piggy and Groverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10457601777823796041noreply@blogger.com8