Last night Raisin (the hamster) did not have "wings" (food stuffed in her cheeks), so I put her in the ball to run around. I left the door to her cage open. After awhile, I began to wonder where Nutmeg had gotten to. She'd been terrorizing me the whole evening, but now she was nowhere to be found. Then I noticed a dark shape in Raisin's cage. The dumb cat had climbed in and was sniffing around. I had to go pull out my camera, this one was too good to pass up.
What a silly cat. So we have a hamster that thinks she's a monkey and a cat that thinks she's a hamster.
3 comments:
nice to see that I'm not the only one who suffers from identity crises. hehe
I think you need more pets. How about a llama?
A llama would be cool, or maybe a cute little pig.
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