Snorky Figgles goes Political!

Please, please read this article. Snorky Figgles, who has grown up a teensy-weensy little bit (although, of course, in my eyes he is still a baby!), has now started talking about causes. It is he who, in the middle of a Google image search on the word "pig", found this post.

To entice you to read the article, Figgles insists that I show a photograph that we found on that post. As is my inevitable practice when watching something pigling-like, "Soooo CUTE!!" And, also, so sad.

Patao-ing the Piglets

An excerpt from an e-mail exchange between Pigglett and me:

Pigglett:
My little piggie is angry with me again... he is showing me his tail. Summer, any suggestions for patao-ing him...?

Me:
Well, Pigglett, you have to have some knowledge of what your piggie likes. I know some things that Snorky Figgles is very fond of, and if he's angry with me (i.e., showing me his tail), I can always get him to turn around by saying one or more of the following ---

(a) Who wants peach-colored melons?
(b) Fi is coming to town!
(c) I'm going to blog, anyone want to sit next to me and dictate?
(d) I have a story about Pigglett/Pigglett's piglets/Pigglett's zoo!
(e) Is anyone up for a photo-session?
(f) I definitely love you loads more than Gruntster.
(g) Let's read A Good Good Pig / My Family and Other Animals / a Blandings Castle book / The Pig Family!

I'm sure there are a thousand others that I could use, but these are the ones that spring to mind immediately. Any others that spring to your mind?

Fans of Figgles!

It has been a while since Fi took a look at this blog. I was sitting next to him a few hours ago as he read through some of the previous posts that he had missed. He was very interested in the group photographs on the first couple of posts of 2009. He has, of course, been introduced to all members of the group, and spent a little time intently looking at the picture with the four of them together. I wondered what was on his mind but kept quiet, waiting for his comments.

A little while later, as I was working on my laptop, I heard a little giggle next to me. I looked up at Fi. He smiled at me and said, "Snorky Figgles IS a very cute pig."

I knew there was a reason why Fi's My Fi!

Being Nice

We are a little busy this month and had planned to keep it quiet, save the occasional dig at the Big Bright Pink Pig. However, Fi was here a few days ago and we introduced him to Gruntster. Fi counseled Figgles and me to try to accept Gruntster as he is. After all, you really should not judge a book by its cover. (This rule does not apply to Snorky Figgles, in the sense that he IS every bit as innocent as he looks.)

So, we're trying to be nice to the large, luridly colored Pig. We aren't yet reconciled to the idea of another photo-session with him, but we have been inviting him to occasional bedtime readings of Wodehouse's Blandings Castle series. After all, we are growing up and should try to live up to our ripe old age of nearly ten months. Plus, it would be rather mean to exclude even a creature like Grunster -- especially a creature like Gruntster! -- from audiences with the Empress of Blandings!

Okay, I think we should stop right here before we start off on Gruntster again! Of course, this has cut the length of our meanderings down to a tenth of what they might have been. Poor you.

Moral Science Class

I was booking Fi's trip to Chicago and we had an interesting conversation on text message.

Me: Seats: window or aisle?

Fi: Window.

(Five minutes go by. Then...)

Fi: Aren't you jealous of my window seats?

(I actually am, so it takes me a little bit to compose a reply that sounds neutral.)

Me: Well, I'll try to be grown-up about it.

(He has to rub it in.)

Fi: I'll give you a situation. What if there's a little child sitting in the seat next to yours, and s/he requests your window seat. Will you give it? Okay, I know you will, but will you feel bad about giving your window seat up?

(What an erroneous assumption. I hasten to correct it.)

Me: Of course, I won't give up my window seats. I work hard to get them. I book my seats especially because I want them! If the little child wants a seat, s/he should ask her/his mother to book them in advance.

(Apparently we started a discussion in Moral Science right about here.)

Fi: I spoke to Snorky Figgles about this. He says he needs to talk to you tonight about the value of sharing.

(This is hitting below the belt! Is he trying to tell me that I don't raise my little Figgles properly??)

Me: ... (speechless).

I went home. I did have a talk with Figgles that night. Any guesses what he said? Or, rather, any thoughts on what he should have said? Your take, please?!