Switchy: A Hamster's Life
I woke up this morning and noticed something strange. I saw the lid of the UFO-looking top part of a hamster pole down on the floor, where it's not supposed to be. I took a closer look at the hamster cage that looks like a mini amusement park, where this hamster pole extends from. True enough, the occupant is missing. Okay, Switchy really did it this time.
The little white furball is my usual companion when I wake up in the morning. Save for the tapping of the keyboard, the other sound I hear is the whir of the hamster wheel turning while Switchy does his frenzied jogging. That was strangely missing this morning and it didn't sound right. Yes, he jumped, the fool. He scratched and gnawed his way out of his theme park through the alien ship on top, took a leap of faith and set out to discover the world. There has to be more to a hamster's life than eating pellets and carousing on wood shavings, he probably thought.
As it is my duty to make sure that everyone here at home are in their proper places, I opened doors and went into the other rooms to take a look. Who knows, he might have possesed superpowers during the night enough for him to have gone through. I checked on the guestroom, he wasn't there. Did he go into the kids' rooms? Not there, either. I looked around in the the kitchen and the living room, nada. I didn't anymore go out into the garden because I figured, it's a free for all out there. If he had ventured out that far, I could only wish him luck, the world is cruel, it's a dog-eat-dog or cat-eat-hamster kind of place. So having done all of that, he was still nowhere to be found. Oh well, someone will be throwing a tantrum later that's for sure - I'm just glad it's not me for I already had one last night.
I sat still for a short grieving moment. I am gonna miss that hamster, and so will my daughter (the adoptive mother of Switchy). So I am having this vision of him being in his most glorified state, jogging away in a tinkling hamster wheel in a Las Vegas - looking Hamster Heaven. And then ... I noticed a tiny scratching sound, not too far from where I am. It sounded awfully close and so I looked around and looked down on the floor from where I'm seated. Then I noticed tiny scratchy movement on the tip of the fabric that is covering the small round table that is within my arm's reach. I lifted and voila, it's Switchy!!!
Switchy, Switchy what a fool he is! He looked tired and a bit shaken up or at least I imagined him to be. Who knows what evil he encountered while he was out on a junket last night? Whatever it is, it seems it is going to remain his secret forever. So I bent down to pick him up and he just willingly let me take him into my hand and put him back into his cage. Now he is sound asleep, back and safe where he belongs. Switchy the prodigal hamster. Boy, he must have some stories to tell.
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The little white furball is my usual companion when I wake up in the morning. Save for the tapping of the keyboard, the other sound I hear is the whir of the hamster wheel turning while Switchy does his frenzied jogging. That was strangely missing this morning and it didn't sound right. Yes, he jumped, the fool. He scratched and gnawed his way out of his theme park through the alien ship on top, took a leap of faith and set out to discover the world. There has to be more to a hamster's life than eating pellets and carousing on wood shavings, he probably thought.
As it is my duty to make sure that everyone here at home are in their proper places, I opened doors and went into the other rooms to take a look. Who knows, he might have possesed superpowers during the night enough for him to have gone through. I checked on the guestroom, he wasn't there. Did he go into the kids' rooms? Not there, either. I looked around in the the kitchen and the living room, nada. I didn't anymore go out into the garden because I figured, it's a free for all out there. If he had ventured out that far, I could only wish him luck, the world is cruel, it's a dog-eat-dog or cat-eat-hamster kind of place. So having done all of that, he was still nowhere to be found. Oh well, someone will be throwing a tantrum later that's for sure - I'm just glad it's not me for I already had one last night.
I sat still for a short grieving moment. I am gonna miss that hamster, and so will my daughter (the adoptive mother of Switchy). So I am having this vision of him being in his most glorified state, jogging away in a tinkling hamster wheel in a Las Vegas - looking Hamster Heaven. And then ... I noticed a tiny scratching sound, not too far from where I am. It sounded awfully close and so I looked around and looked down on the floor from where I'm seated. Then I noticed tiny scratchy movement on the tip of the fabric that is covering the small round table that is within my arm's reach. I lifted and voila, it's Switchy!!!
Switchy, Switchy what a fool he is! He looked tired and a bit shaken up or at least I imagined him to be. Who knows what evil he encountered while he was out on a junket last night? Whatever it is, it seems it is going to remain his secret forever. So I bent down to pick him up and he just willingly let me take him into my hand and put him back into his cage. Now he is sound asleep, back and safe where he belongs. Switchy the prodigal hamster. Boy, he must have some stories to tell.
Filed Under: Favorite Things
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