I have just recently recovered from laughing my backside off at Picasso. He has turned into such a grump- chitters at everything- though obviously doesn't really mean it- just likes to complain. He is sweet as can be for a snuggle, but on his own feet, he gripes and grumbles about everything.
Yesterday, he stepped on the bowl and flipped his salad in his face and then proceeded to fuss at Mussy who was not even NEAR him at the moment. No matter- must be somebody's fault, right? Or so Piccy thinks.
Well, lately I have gotten irritated at him for bumping his cage furniture around- assuming it was just more of his fit throwing- trying to get your attention so he can chitter at you to let you know that he's mad about something. You will hear all this clanging and go in to find everything turned over and pushed into one corner, Mussy hiding under the hay rack with his signature vacuous expression. I tell Piccy to stop being such a redass and put everything back in its place. He chitters at me, refuses to let me touch him, turns his butt plumage my direction and waddles away.
This morning, however, I discovered that the furniture rearranging is not exactly a part of my testy boy earning himself the nickname 'Dickasso'. I hear the tell-tale clank clank clanking and walk in the den to SURE ENOUGH see a purple igloo moving around the cage seemingly on its own. All the other furniture getting scooted aside- including Mussy, poor coffee table of a Guinea Pig that he is. I was just about to give the igloo a good thump when I faintly heard a low chirping from inside. It was Piccy! Happy! Chirping merrily to himself! Popcorning INSIDE the igloo!
So...
Piccy- Mommy's sorry she thought you were always just trying to be difficult. I promise never to call you names unless you are picking on Mussy AND I acknowledge that fact that it is usually Mussy picking on YOU. You are welcome to rearrange the furniture all you like and to make whichever noises you choose and I am not even mad at you for breaking the foodhopper by climbing your big butt up on the lip of it to keep Mussy from getting to the food.