Pictured above, “Tan,” the more chinchilla like of the two hamsters.
The story of how I came to have two hamsters living in cages stashed in my bathtub, awaiting homes.
Yesterday, I went to take my dog on her evening walk, and I had plans later to do the week’s grocery shopping and what not. I lead a very boring life, even on weekends.
And then I came across a colorful hamster cage. And at first I thought it was empty. I thought, wow, that’s odd, I’m sure there’s a story behind that. Then among the tan bedding I saw a tan furball.
My dog was curiously sniffing the cage while I just stood there, wondering how on earth these things happen, when a lady came down the stairs of the nearby building, carrying an identical cage. Laughing nervously, I said, “Oh, this is with you?”
"They’re my daughter’s. I’m in town from Florida to help her out," she said cheerfully as she set the second occupied hamster cage down. "Want them?"
"No, but you can’t leave them here. There’s stray cats. There’s a whole litter that lives over that way," I warned her.
"Yeah?" she replied without much interest. "I’ve only seen their mama."
"Yes. There are many cats. A lady over there puts out food. The hamsters aren’t safe here," I said, trying to sound stricter about this matter.
"Hopefully someone would get them before then."
"At least have your daughter list them on Craigslist or something!"
Turning her back to me and heading back up the stairs, the lady mumbled, “Oh, sure, I’ll tell her.”
I stood out there a while. I went to a nearby lady who always gushes attention on my dog, and asked the bizarre question of “Do you want hamsters?” She couldn’t take them. I went back to the hamsters, and watched as a line of three cats came near, then took a right turn down another walk way, perhaps resolving to return later.
The hamsters had water, but no food. They were in the shade, but shade is still pretty warm in Dallas this time of year.
And like I bleeding heart sap, I then (very) awkwardly carried a cage under each arm while still trying to lead my dog.
Now I have two hamsters whose previous owner was at peace with the risk of them becoming food for idle stray cats. And they need homes, because I have two cats and a dog. The hamsters are set up in my bathroom, because it’s the easiest room to carnivore-proof.

Pictured above, “Tan,” the more chinchilla like of the two hamsters.

The story of how I came to have two hamsters living in cages stashed in my bathtub, awaiting homes.

Yesterday, I went to take my dog on her evening walk, and I had plans later to do the week’s grocery shopping and what not. I lead a very boring life, even on weekends.

And then I came across a colorful hamster cage. And at first I thought it was empty. I thought, wow, that’s odd, I’m sure there’s a story behind that. Then among the tan bedding I saw a tan furball.

My dog was curiously sniffing the cage while I just stood there, wondering how on earth these things happen, when a lady came down the stairs of the nearby building, carrying an identical cage. Laughing nervously, I said, “Oh, this is with you?”

"They’re my daughter’s. I’m in town from Florida to help her out," she said cheerfully as she set the second occupied hamster cage down. "Want them?"

"No, but you can’t leave them here. There’s stray cats. There’s a whole litter that lives over that way," I warned her.

"Yeah?" she replied without much interest. "I’ve only seen their mama."

"Yes. There are many cats. A lady over there puts out food. The hamsters aren’t safe here," I said, trying to sound stricter about this matter.

"Hopefully someone would get them before then."

"At least have your daughter list them on Craigslist or something!"

Turning her back to me and heading back up the stairs, the lady mumbled, “Oh, sure, I’ll tell her.”

I stood out there a while. I went to a nearby lady who always gushes attention on my dog, and asked the bizarre question of “Do you want hamsters?” She couldn’t take them. I went back to the hamsters, and watched as a line of three cats came near, then took a right turn down another walk way, perhaps resolving to return later.

The hamsters had water, but no food. They were in the shade, but shade is still pretty warm in Dallas this time of year.

And like I bleeding heart sap, I then (very) awkwardly carried a cage under each arm while still trying to lead my dog.

Now I have two hamsters whose previous owner was at peace with the risk of them becoming food for idle stray cats. And they need homes, because I have two cats and a dog. The hamsters are set up in my bathroom, because it’s the easiest room to carnivore-proof.

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