🐹 Hamster Diaries 🐹
This is me with a chipmunk-hamster thing. The chipmunk-hamster has pouches like me, but his teeth are bigger. I decided to fill my pouches so that I would look like the chipmunk-hamster. I thought he would be impressed, but he just stood there staring.
Big Hands always thought he was a chipmunk. But she looked at chipmunks, and they have tails, so now she thinks he's a hamster with a big tooth. It's difficult to tell, really. But I think he's a hamster because of the tail. I think Big Hands should have done her research before calling him a chipmunk.
He sits on the bookshelf and we look at each other during the night. I have lots of friends to look at, but we don't talk. I think that's because we're such good friends, that we don't feel like we need to chat about the weather or other boring things. A lot can be said by saying nothing at all. I think we are tacit friends.
This morning I had a run in the ball. It was fun. I managed to sort some things out by running to and fro. There's always lots of business to do in the ball. You have to check all the smells and go to the front door to check for escape routes. I don't want to escape, but checking for escape routes is part of the job of a hamster. And it's Big Hands's job to make sure there are no plausible escape routes. It works out well.