My hamster went insane recently.
I came back after practice on Saturday to find that the hamster had lifted one of the barriers on her cage and escaped. The barrier was supposedly hamster-proof, but I have long since discovered that the manufacturers of these cages obviously don't use real hamsters when they test the product. The barrier the hamster had removed (it was one of those slide-click in place dealies) was on the floor when I walked in the room.
By this time, I've actually read a book about how to take care of a hamster. So, I knew the best way to catch her was to put some food in a bucket large enough so that she couldn't climb walls, with something like a ramp on the outside so the hamster could climb up and fall in trying to get the food. I put it in place, shut the door to my room (remember, I have seven cats), and went back out.
I came home to a hamster-free bucket. Sasha really wanted to come to bed with me, so I let her in the room. The hamster's usually pretty good at keeping away from the cats, and I reasoned that if Sasha did see it and go after it, I'd at least hear it scream.
I had a dream that night about seeing the hamster in its cage, asleep, with the barrier still open. In the dream, I put the barrier back in place, amazed that the hamster had come back of its own volition.
Sasha didn't find the hamster that night. If anything, she slept heavier than I did. The poor kitten's getting old. I went about my day as usual, went on the picnic, and came home. When I did, I took a look inside the hamster's cage. Sure enough, she'd come home on her own. Odd little critter. It was surrounded by bits of paper from nearby books -- she'd been busy while she was out.
My parents are planning a trip to San Francisco in early August. I think they'll be gone for over a week. Yeah, you know I'm psyched. I'll probably just move Dirk in for that week, if nothing else. I doubt there's going to be any partying because I don't think I can take another week off of work so soon. I need to pace myself. I don't want the drinking to get out of hand.
My mother called me at work to make sure I wouldn't mind if she went to San Francisco with my father. Sometimes she's so silly.
I think I also forgot to mention the fact that I was showing Aaron the scantily-clad pictures of Pia I took last year. I don't have any of the actual photos, just the ones that I scanned so she could e-mail them to her boyfriend. I held onto the disk from last year. Aaron thinks she's cute.
I haven't been doing anything productive lately. I'm mostly caught up with my e-mails, and I'm due to start working on my bass technique again. All I'm waiting for is for Aaron to finish the tape and the tabs he promised me for the Ramones first two albums. I'm tired, I'm feeling dull, but I wanted to tell you about the hamster before I forgot.
A lot of evidence points the my hamster being mentally unstable. I gave it a lot of food before I left, and it apparently allowed the seeds in the food to grow into baby grass plants. She also bit me, which she's never done before. It could be old age, or she could simply have been agitated.
Pondering the mental health of a hamster isn't likely to get you very far in life.
Dirk got me roses last night.
Have I mentioned the fact that I'm an old-fashioned girl where roses are concerned?
Goodnight.
