So last night/early AM I hear this:
run.run.run.jump.jump.jump.drink.drink.drink.jump.run.eat.wheel.wheel.wheel. You get the point, right?
So in my mind at 3 AM, I'm thinking this could be rain. I was wrong. It was Bugsy, the unbelievably adorable, yet very annoying hamster. As my mind came to in a hazy fog, I realized that this was not going to stop anytime soon and I needed to get back to bed. So, I start thinking. Maybe I could rationalize with this little fur ball. It would have went something like this," Hey, ummm, Bugs, it's like 3 AM here and I need some sleep, you understand, right? I mean, I adopted you and all, gave you a 3 story luxury cage complete with a house, all the food you could want, fresh water, toys, and an edible cave. I saved you from a life of living at Petco, could you give me some respect, here?"
I think that would have been a nice approach. Then it didn't stop, so I start to think of other ideas. Should I move his cage to the bathroom? I know, I could bring Newsie Bear into the room for a few minutes to give him a little scare. Scare tactics work with hamsters, right? Then, just as I am concocting another plan to get some much needed sleep, I hear, "BUGSY, KNOCK IT OFF" Slam.Slam.Slam. Jason got up and yelled and then tapped (rather hard) the top of the cage. It worked. Ahhhh, it worked. For 10 seconds.
Run.Run.Run.Jump.Eat.Eat.Eat.Wheel.Wheel.Drink. Ahhhhhh. I know, they are nocturnal. I sleep with 3 fans and an air conditioner and I can't handle a little hamster running around at night?? So, I'm probably going to be grouchy today, tired and not motivated, but hey, what's new!
Find the kitty, it fooled all of us!
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