Furry Friday: Bipigasanship in the Caucus
He was super-skittish about being picked up but better at letting me approach and stroke the bridge of his nose than my other guys. And he's just adorable -- dulce de leche, I say, with strawberry blonde and ash blonde patches on white with red eyes. There's just something about the little guy, a fiery spirit compensating for growing up in a tiny box.
I brought him home, tried to teach him to use the ramp in Red's cage to no avail (I've heard I need to put scrap carpet on it to give him a bit of secure traction), and began introducing him to a variety of fresh fruits and veggies. And I needed to give him a good name.
Congressional rosters rolled through my head. And it struck me.
Sen. Bob Porker (R-Tenn.). And thus the caucus became bipigasan.
Not that their first meeting went especially well. Planning to keep the new piggie in his own cage and give him playtime with the other boys -- as three boars in one cage could mean, well, fur flying -- I held the first caucus meeting in a large bathroom with plenty of running space.