Oh, the joys of hamsters!
I was lamenting our hamster population to a friend the other day and she shared a couple of her own hamster stories.
First, I have always been afraid that one of our cats would get to one of our hamsters. Tigger has almost succeeded, twice. Once, he completely demolished the cage by knocking it off of Sarah's desk! I found the hamster huddled in the wreckage while Tigger looked on hungrily.
Well, my friend had also always feared this. And, alas, one day one of her family's hamsters came to a dire end. Unfortunately, she didn't know this. And also unfortunately, she had to get up in the middle of the night for something and... SQUISH. Yes, she found the hamster all right, in the dark. She told me that she immediately thought of the trauma this would cause her 5-year-old son and she hoped...
"Oh my gosh, I sure hope we have MICE!"
Now, that is LOVE.
Fortunately, her son didn't realize that his hamster was gone right away. Yep, she kept up the pretense of a living hamster for a YEAR by keeping lots of extra bedding in the cage. He was older by then and better able to cope with the loss. What a mom!
Then she told me about the plight of their other hamster. It escaped. That's an old story with hamsters, of course. They are all escape artists. They hunted all over the bedroom and throughout the second floor where it escaped, no hamster. Two cats. Poor poor hamster.
BUT, lo and behold, she was doing laundry in the basement (yes, TWO FLOORS DOWN) and picked up a sock... and found a HAMSTER. Imagine that! Now, I would have SHRIEKED and probably lost the hamster again (or killed it from the sheer terror it would have felt from the volume of my yell), but she protected it and got it safely back in the cage.
She is some woman. And some mom.
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Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Champie's New Costume
So, I get home from the gym and notice our collie Champie trotting around the living room with something white stuck to his tail. He's really whippin' it around too! So, I investigate. To my HORROR it is a BRA! (I sorted laundry before I left for the gym and it was still on the couch). Let me just tell you how VERY glad I was that I got home before the BOYS because MATT (age 6) would have NEVER let me FORGET the site of Champie "wearing" my bra!!!! Whew! :) I can hear him giggling over it now! (He's quite the giggler...not sure where he gets THAT!) :P And telling all in sundry about it too! Guests! Neighbors! Family! :) The entire blogosphere! :) (Oh wait! That's me!) :)
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Hamster Hunting

We had a hamster tragedy the other night. So, today we went hamster hunting.
With GREAT relief we found the ONE hamster left at Petco (at 20% off, no less!) was the EXACT hamster we needed. Right color, right age, and we can only hope...not pregnant. Whew!
With great pleasure, my 3 munchkins welcome Chubbster to our family! :) Isn't she cute?
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