Sometimes everybody needs a break. Announced or not.
Miss here. My beautiful gal pal VDog asked me to stop by and tidy the place up a bit. Little does she know, I've poured myself a drink and have my feet on the table. Don't tell her, it'll be our little secret. She's dealing with real life right now (I don't know what that is either) but truth be told, I heard a rumor she was in rehab. *shrug* I don't know if that's true or not. Sometimes you can trust TMZ, sometimes not.
I have a feeling that my son's hamster is a Chicago fan. She felt as if she herself needed a little time away.
On Sunday, I came home from dropping my son off at his dad's and noticed that the door to her cage was laying on the floor. After a quick sweep of her cage, I realized she was missing. Escaped. Possibly eaten by one of three cats that live here.
I didn't mention that we hadn't been home since Saturday morning. The night before my son had taken his hamster out of her cage to play with it. I'm assuming that this is when the cage had been left open. So that makes 1 and a half days of freedom. Or possibly digestion.
I sat there for a minute, thinking of a strategy. Did what any respectable person would do and twitted about it. (twitted? tweeted?) Proceeded to tear apart the room.
I looked for little poops and blood. No joke. I contemplated hitting up PetsMart for a replacement. Then I just sat back and had a beer. No use getting dehydrated.
I eventually gave up. What was done, was done. I was a little sad about it. Definitely not looking forward to the kid's reaction but maybe he'll figure out some kind of life lesson from it. Gawd knows I cant teach him one.
Fast forward to 2am. Being that I had just gone to bed no less than an hour ago, I heard a noise that was quite similar to that of the hamster climbing the bars of her cage. The vertical bars. No wonder she escaped. I turn on the light and let my eyes adjust. Scan the table where the hamster cage sits and see nothing. Look up.
What do I see? Little Miss Hammy, sitting right on top of her cage. Not a care in the world. I did a serious double take, thanked the stars up above, and scooped her right up and into her cage. She drank water for about 15 minutes then settled into her little house.
Karma was on my side that night. No doubt.
Yesterday's mission was going out and buying her a new home. She got upgraded for being such a naughty girl. As all girls should be.
As I write this she is running in that little ball on top, probably planning her next big break out. Next time, I'm putting up posters like this:
VDog's readers: She probably isn't really in rehab. *fingers crossed* heh.