A Tale of Two Hamsters
It was the best of times; it was the worst of times. It was a Saturday night, and Love and I were looking for something fun to do besides the old dinner and movie rigmarole for a date night. Our remedy for boring old leftovers in the weekend entertainment department? A trip to the Pet Store to “look at all the cute animals”. And they were pretty cute alright, but not as cute as Love when she really wanted a pet. I told Love that we could not buy any animals that night, and do plead guilty of offering the patriarchal “we’ll see” excuse, even though she was begging to bring home a pair of Male Siberian Dwarf Hamsters, as they were labeled (though she thinks they are more of the Campbellite breed, and Peach Pit is DEFINITELY NOT a male, whatever “Petco’s Pet’s First No Caging of Heterosexual Animals Together or Unauthorized Breeding policy” may say). In all actuality, I was warding off any compulsive buying impulses because I do like animals, and mentally weighing the pros and cons of having an animal in our small apartment. I think all of Love’s excitement and studying up on Dwarf Hamsters all weekend long and talking about it non-stop proved to be in her best interests. Sure enough, Monday night, a stork heard her cry and brought us home two little babies !
Meet Peach Pit (Left, testing out Little Bear's blue ball) and Little Bear (Right), the newest additions to the Palmer Family!
Dear our little twins,
We love you so and are happy to be your parents.
Thank you for helping us decide what you wanted to be named. How more evident could it be, you Little Bear, who sleeps all day, eats 2X’s your weight in feed, lumbers around in your ball, and is grizzly and grumpy after naps. And Peach Pit (aka Peachy) with all the “peach pits” you left in my hand, on my shirt, on the floor, and in your orange hamster rolling ball, what name is more suiting?
Two reminders- children, we do know you are very territorial creatures, but please allow us to put our hands in your cage without biting because it hurts. Maybe we will be able to stop using the glove. Bear, please stop leaking everywhere. We know you like to mark you territory, consider your duty fulfilled.
And please stop stealing all of the toilet paper tubes.
With care,
Your Parents
We love you so and are happy to be your parents.
Thank you for helping us decide what you wanted to be named. How more evident could it be, you Little Bear, who sleeps all day, eats 2X’s your weight in feed, lumbers around in your ball, and is grizzly and grumpy after naps. And Peach Pit (aka Peachy) with all the “peach pits” you left in my hand, on my shirt, on the floor, and in your orange hamster rolling ball, what name is more suiting?
Two reminders- children, we do know you are very territorial creatures, but please allow us to put our hands in your cage without biting because it hurts. Maybe we will be able to stop using the glove. Bear, please stop leaking everywhere. We know you like to mark you territory, consider your duty fulfilled.
And please stop stealing all of the toilet paper tubes.
With care,
Your Parents
posted by Austin @ 5:15 PM
2 Comments:
What an adorable post, honey! :) We sure do love our little Princess Peach and Little Bear. They make life interesting every day as we watch to see what crazy, silly thing they will think up to do next!!! :)
Ha, Ha, Ha ! Austin, you and Heather are both wonderful writers! I like your style. You are so funny! :)
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