This all started back to my birthday. My mother promised me a cat for my birthday. Well, she found this really awesome, yet lame, batman hamster cage. She thought 'Oh, instead of a cat, I'll get her a hamster!' So we went to Petco and looked at the hamsters. We saw a hamster that looked promising so we asked the guy if we could see it. When he was taking it out he dropped it. He let us take a look at it, however, and it had peed all over the box. We let him take it back. He tried to get another one, but it keep evading him and running around its wheel. So then he brought us this fat one. It was so cute! We took it. She, the hamster, chewed a hole in the side of the box bigger than my thumb. We brought her home with a new box. It turned out, she was way too big for the hamster cage. Mom wanted to take Chicago back but I said no. And then my sister and an old friend wanted a hamster to go along with the small cage. So we went to a Petsmart [I've always wonder whether the name was Pets-Mart, or Pet-Smart] got a cage and a Russian dwarf hamster and came back. My sister hates the new hamster, but our friend likes it, but she can't live here so I have to train the little guy to be nice. And that's it. The Russian just bite my knuckle, and it hurts. And I'm sick of writing to you. Peace-out.
[Madam Palindrome] · Sun Jan 28, 2007 @ 05:57pm · 0 Comments |