Saturday, November 30, 2019
I have been given the honor of caring for Kinley's hamster, Kiki. She I's a tiny little Russian dwarf. No bigger than a small mouse.She fits comfortably in the palm of my hand. She is in the habit of running in her little tread wheel at night. All night. I can't for the life of me figure out how, but her tiny little self in her little wheel manages to make as much noise as an entire steel mill. So far, I have been blessed with 6 cats, a Guinea pig a dog and God knows how many hamsters. At least 6 that I can remember but I know there were others. I'm not exaggerating when I say I live in a zoo. But it seems appropriate somehow. I have conversed at length with all of them, Camo and the late Kermit more than the others because they were delighted to screw with me on every occasion. Hamsters don't talk as much as other critters but when they do it's very deep and philosophical. Deep thinkers and poets are the hamsters. They are cool like that but some of their ideas are over my head. I can't let on that I don't really get it, because I don't want to appear to be dumber than small rodents.. My life is all a lie.