"I do not, actually." he shrugged. "Not that there's anything wrong with it, of course. But I'm liable to bake if I spend too much time in the sun."
Little was somewhat grateful for the closeness- it meant he could make out a little more of the stranger's face. But it also meant that someone was in his personal space. He caught a glimmer of untamed, hay-like hair, and was able discern that the cat in his personal space actually had more than one piercing. Interesting. Pierced anythings were quite rare, particularly among piggies, though- he made a mental note to see if his sister had any next time he saw her.
At the lean, the cat's scent only got stronger. People didn't usually lean on him. Or anything like that, really. He didn't take it personally, of course. Maybe he just looked like he ought to be leaned on. It wasn't that bad, not really.
"And you're right. I'm not. I'm a pig." He smiled, somewhat gently. It seemed like such a ridiculous thing to have to point out. It seemed like a ridiculous thing to say, for that matter. "You can call me Little, I guess, if you're looking for a proper name." he turned a bit more towards the little creature leaning on him. "I can smell that you're a cat, but I think the same thing can be asked of you."