||[Sep. 27th, 2006|09:05 am]
My God is an Atheist Hamster
She is a funny little hamster, you dig?|
I cleaned out her cage last night and she rolled around in ball like a criminal being chased by the cops. She was really going gangbusters in that thing. Afterward, we had some play time on the couch, and I had to put her back because she tends to get a little rambunctious. She tooled around a bit and grabbed her fluff and started to burrow.
I began yawning and went to bed.
When I woke up this morning, I smelled the pine from her cage. I walk over there and the entire bottom of her cage was soaked. She had pushed her cubby hole thing over to her water bottle, pushing in the metal ball bearing that stops the water flow. Her bottle was empty and the pine was soaked. I grabbed her to make sure she wasn't all wet, which she wasn't, and put her in her ball. She then proceeded to tear around the living room like she was a little NASCAR Hamster. I pick her up and she decides she wants to crawl on me and have some hammie lovins. But, it was 8 and I had to leave. I put her back in her cage and she stood up, turned around was as looking right up at me. (She has been doing this every morning for about a week and a half. She will hear me moving around in the livingroom and comes out to greet me. I look up from the couch and all I can see is her ears, eyes, and whiskers starring at me. I'll move and she perks up so I can see her whole face, and she stares at me until I get up and go over to play with her. We play for a few as Squirt shoots a menacing stare our way as if to say, "I hate you. I hate both you bitches. I'll get you somehow." Then I put her back. She will rummage in her food dish then disappears back into her little burrow of hamster fluff and pine bedding.) So, I go over there and I do what I always do, I lean over the grate door and baby talk to her and give her kisses. This morning, she kissed me back. No, she kissed me back. I had my lips puckered and I was making kissie noises at her and she stood up and stuck her nose up to the grate. I kissed my hammie. I felt her little hammie nose. I turned my head and looked at her (by then she had her hands on the wires and was doing little hammie pull ups) and I said...
"You kissed me, you harlot!"
And I left for work.
...oh shit. You know what I just remembered?! I left Squirt in his cage! I didn't take him out, and I didn't put him back in the bedroom with le boy, damn. I hope he didn't really have to pee.
*slaps own hand* Bad mommy. Bad, bad mommy that's preoccupied with hammiekins.
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