Sandy-itis
Hamsters can be quite cute, but egads, is one of mine lacking a wee bit o' common sense.
I'm cleaning her cage, so I let her run around my room, diligently picking up any and all wires (I still have yet to fix the last network catastrophe to my satisfaction). Sinclair, I knew, was in the hallway outside the door, but when I shut the door to keep kitty away from hammie, he was half-asleep. I knew, too, that Sandy would eventually make her way to the door and try to get under (she never can, so I seldom worry about that part).
What I neglected to realize was that Sinclair's claws have not been trimmed and are very sharp, and of course he's going to awaken from his falsified stupour and go after the tender fuzzy flesh of a dumb hamster.
In due time, Sandy found the door and started her routine. I heard a bit of a fuss and glanced over to see a little white cotton ball shoved under the door. Sandy was sniffing it disdainfully. "What the... uh... is that Sinkie's paw?" I wondered to myself. As if in answer, another cotton ball was shoved under the door about five inches away, barely missing Sandy as she jumped away in some semblance of concern for her own safety. Then the dodohead walks around the other paw, goes RIGHT to the door, and before I could get up to rescue her from the likely danger, the first paw flashes toward her and snags her three inches toward its previous location.
She didn't cry out, but she was quite alarmed and was struggling on the tips of the claws. I screamed sharply and got to her just in time to see her wrench herself free of the claws and sit there scratching at the side she'd been nabbed on. I sighed in relief, and then, to my horror, she ambled back over to the door - and the awaiting claws.
I grabbed her as the claws attempted another closing and tried to steady my beating heart. I scolded her and she turned away, an expression of longing on her face as she scrambled in my hand in the direction of the door.
What is so fascinating about getting out of this sizable room, I don't know, but she wants out in the worst way! I've since blocked the door completely so claws cannot reach her, but zheezh... one would think that having been clawed she'd give up on her endeavours to reach a new version of freedom.
Anywho, now that my heart is beating regularly, I'd best go find the little bugger... last time I saw her, she was ambling up the side of my computer carrier, and there are pockets on that thing that would love to suck in an unsuspecting hamster. *rolling eyes*
~nv
I'm cleaning her cage, so I let her run around my room, diligently picking up any and all wires (I still have yet to fix the last network catastrophe to my satisfaction). Sinclair, I knew, was in the hallway outside the door, but when I shut the door to keep kitty away from hammie, he was half-asleep. I knew, too, that Sandy would eventually make her way to the door and try to get under (she never can, so I seldom worry about that part).
What I neglected to realize was that Sinclair's claws have not been trimmed and are very sharp, and of course he's going to awaken from his falsified stupour and go after the tender fuzzy flesh of a dumb hamster.
In due time, Sandy found the door and started her routine. I heard a bit of a fuss and glanced over to see a little white cotton ball shoved under the door. Sandy was sniffing it disdainfully. "What the... uh... is that Sinkie's paw?" I wondered to myself. As if in answer, another cotton ball was shoved under the door about five inches away, barely missing Sandy as she jumped away in some semblance of concern for her own safety. Then the dodohead walks around the other paw, goes RIGHT to the door, and before I could get up to rescue her from the likely danger, the first paw flashes toward her and snags her three inches toward its previous location.
She didn't cry out, but she was quite alarmed and was struggling on the tips of the claws. I screamed sharply and got to her just in time to see her wrench herself free of the claws and sit there scratching at the side she'd been nabbed on. I sighed in relief, and then, to my horror, she ambled back over to the door - and the awaiting claws.
I grabbed her as the claws attempted another closing and tried to steady my beating heart. I scolded her and she turned away, an expression of longing on her face as she scrambled in my hand in the direction of the door.
What is so fascinating about getting out of this sizable room, I don't know, but she wants out in the worst way! I've since blocked the door completely so claws cannot reach her, but zheezh... one would think that having been clawed she'd give up on her endeavours to reach a new version of freedom.
Anywho, now that my heart is beating regularly, I'd best go find the little bugger... last time I saw her, she was ambling up the side of my computer carrier, and there are pockets on that thing that would love to suck in an unsuspecting hamster. *rolling eyes*
~nv
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