An adventure under the bed!
For my 18th birthday my parents got me a hamster. I was over the bloody moon! I’ve always wanted a hamster but they didn’t think I’d look after it and they also thought the cats might eat it. However it has been almost a month and the cats have yet to make a meal out of my dear Sid. That’s his name, Sid.
But today we almost encountered tragedy. I put him in his ball while I cleaned him out. I took his bowl, water bottle and igloo to the bathroom to rinse them out. When I came back, the ball was open. And we void of any hamsters. I felt sick. My first thought was to turn off everything at the wall so that he couldn’t chew through anything and kill himself. Also by turning my computer off I stood a better chance of hearing him.
When my room was silent of any electrical buzzing I heard a rustling under my bed. I peered round quietly. There he was! He was snuffling around amongst my shoes. And after some cunning manoeuvres (him) and a lot of cursing (me) I managed to grab him with both my hands and shove him back in the ball.
I closed it and put the ball on it’s stand will I put his cadge back in order, and then I put him back in his cadge.
As I am writing, he is fast asleep in his little igloo, satisfied in nearly giving me a heart attack and the knowledge that he had an adventure under the bed.
Jammy sod.
Dee x x x