Cyrus!

Picci has a suitor! Three times in the last ten days [ugh -math] we have arrived home to see this fellow scurry away from the back porch where he and his porcine crush sit making eyes at each other.

After he departs, Picci then groans and grouses even more than usual. "Juliet! Shut it!," says the Bride.



Plus he's all orange!:


















(that's Clayton up the block on the sidewalk)