Squeaky-toy squeals and genteel oinks let us know that Piggy’s in the joint, which means that Indyites missing from their desks can usually be found down on the floor feeding Piggy her favorite meal of apple bits and Cheerios. The micro-pig joins us when she needs babysitting … er … pig-sitting, and she’ll climb into our laps and let us pet her soft bristles. The diminutive piglet roughhouses with the dogs wheeling around here, too, wagging her tail like the best of them and sleeping in a pile with her doggy mates when she’s tired.