We come home from work/school today, tired and hungry, it's 7 pm and no one has even started homework or dinner. I drop my bags, head in to change & pin up my hair. When I come out, my son (age 10) states we have "an evil killing machine" on our kitchen table. AKA: Cuddles the hampster.
He stuck his hand in the cage and tried to pick up the hampster from a sound sleep (NOT advisable) and it bit the tar out of him. Maybe next time he'll listen to Mommy and wait until the hampster is awake before picking the thing up and scaring the crap out of it........ On second thought, I doubt it.
6 years ago
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Had a rabbit years ago....... they poop too much! LOL
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