Okay, my mother let my sister “adopt” these hamsters over the Thanksgiving vacation for her class, because they are the class pets. I was kind of irritated because I was never able to bring home the class pet. Anyway, past my irritation, they were pretty cute. That was before I had to go to bed.
Since I had been up at Rampage’s until 5 in the frigging morning, I was tired on Monday. I took a nap, and then later went to bed at 9. The hamsters kept me up until midnight, with their click, click, clicking wheel. I went mad. I moved them to the bathroom, and closed the door, but I could still hear the clicking. Then, I put their food bowl on the wheel so they couldn’t run. They made even more noise.
I ended up sleeping on my brother’s floor so I would get some sleep. Unfortunately, when I got out of the shower the next morning, we were missing a hamster. Yeah. My sister was crying and my mom was yelling about the probability of the hamster being deceased, because of our murderous cat Chewbacca, aka Chewie. Thankfully, we found the dumb hamster and we could all get ready for school.
This really made me appreciate my cats. One, I can’t smoosh them by hugging them. Two, they are big, and they can love on you, which hamsters can’t and I missed that. Three, it taught me to never ever bring home a class pet.