Neh!!
I'm very lonely and feel like I need to tell people something like how crazy my hamster is or how there's this fly after my blood. >>
So! I shall tell it on here.
My hamster is insane. Two days ago, I came out of the bathroom to see two of my cats and a kitten sitting in front of the door to this room eagerly, as if waiting for something. So I opened the door and went in, puhsing them out, and closed the door. The hamster's cage was /open/, and she was running around the room. After catching her, putting her back, and closing the door, I sat down to read my book. A few minutes later, I heard her chewing, which didn't bother me, but then I heard a slight metallic-ish click, and looked up. She had opened the freaking door of the cage, which is strange to me. Hamsters seem so weak. So I walked up to the cage and pushed the door closed again. She freaked out and back away, then eventually went back to the door and tried opening it while I was holding it with my finger. She /almost/ got it open, which also surprised me.
Now, onto the damn fly.
I swear to God I killed that thing yesterday, or, rather, /three fucking days ago/. But here it is. On my hand. Probably somehow digging into my skin and sucking my blood. Even though flies don't do that... But, this one, it must do it. It's just... ... On my hand. So it has to be sucking my blood. I hate flies. >>
Mhm...
So! I shall tell it on here.
My hamster is insane. Two days ago, I came out of the bathroom to see two of my cats and a kitten sitting in front of the door to this room eagerly, as if waiting for something. So I opened the door and went in, puhsing them out, and closed the door. The hamster's cage was /open/, and she was running around the room. After catching her, putting her back, and closing the door, I sat down to read my book. A few minutes later, I heard her chewing, which didn't bother me, but then I heard a slight metallic-ish click, and looked up. She had opened the freaking door of the cage, which is strange to me. Hamsters seem so weak. So I walked up to the cage and pushed the door closed again. She freaked out and back away, then eventually went back to the door and tried opening it while I was holding it with my finger. She /almost/ got it open, which also surprised me.
Now, onto the damn fly.
I swear to God I killed that thing yesterday, or, rather, /three fucking days ago/. But here it is. On my hand. Probably somehow digging into my skin and sucking my blood. Even though flies don't do that... But, this one, it must do it. It's just... ... On my hand. So it has to be sucking my blood. I hate flies. >>
Mhm...