was in a bag carried by a woman I picked up on the way back from the farm this afternoon. I don't pay much attention, they are all carrying a bag or bucket, and usually accompanied by a young child or two. They are grateful for the chance to get out of the heat and dust, and rest their feet. Travel in the campo is still very much by foot for many.
This bag was different, it squealed and grunted. I asked her if she was selling it, offered to buy it for the going price C$ 700, pulled my wallet out, reached the money back, and said "Trato!"
I was hoping it was an embra, had a name ready, and was imagining the bright red lipstick I would buy,, to answer that age-old question, can you put lipstick on a pig?
But it was a macho, so I had to come up with a name. It ran around, grunted a lot, but otherwise accomplished nothing, so I settled on Nicolas. We've already bonded, he lets me rub his back, Yaritsa gave him a bath with flea and tick shampoo as a proactive measure (since we were at it, we gave the two younger cats the same bath).
Nicolas is eating cat food in the pic, and he's a bit of a pig in the way he handles his food and eats. But, I have a lot of mangos falling and hope they become the mainstay of his diet. He also eats white rice and egg salad. I'm going to buy him some Purina piglet chow tomorrow.