Last night all of Italy decided to spam the server, resulting in a quite stressed Al and a very disappointed Fripper who had to make do with my company as he ran around. And me? I am BORING. I never do anything interesting like build things or take things apart on the floor. We made do by playing “Sarah tries to take a photo of the hamster in his ball while the hamster tries to run into the camera” but it turns out to be not as interesting a game as you’d imagine and he was off after a few blurry shots.
When we took him through to Glasgow for his last holiday, it was claimed that babysitting Fripper is, “scarier than looking after [my] actual baby would be”. This is true. I couldn’t have Fripper and a baby, because the baby could never compete. But just because the boy pees in a potty and gets a treat every single night when going to bed (and a feast on his birthday) and yes, we maybe checked flats we were viewing for how hamster-manoeuverable the doorways were, doesn’t mean he’s spoilt. It just means he lucked out so hard the day we walked into the pet shop.
Mind you, does that look like the face of a hamster who thinks he lucked out?
“No matter how much they insist, never ever let your hamster try to drive your car.”
I don’t see why not — it would be totally cute. In fact, it would probably look something like this…
Every day on my way to uni I pass a charity shop. Outside it on Tuesday, was a big box full of hamster toys and, despite the fact that I was already late, I headed in and nabbed it for Fritz. In the end it turns out that I paid £7.50 for about £100 worth of hamster wonderland (there was a huge amount of Rotastack stuff that I might one day set up as a cage but in the meantime will just make tube mazes with. It’s like Lego for hamster owners.) including a hamster car. If you’re wondering what a hamster car is, exactly, let me tell you: it’s a device for making humans happy. Witness exhibit A:
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Clearly, hamster cars are the best things ever. Clearly, making films of hamsters is an excellent way to avoid working. And clearly, I giggle like a maniac.
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