Thursday, February 05, 2004
The Fall of Poopsie
Last night I got home from rehearsal to find that there had been a coup d’etat in my hamster cage.
As I entered my bedroom, I heard some loud squeaking. I flipped on the light and went over to the cage to find that Poopsie had Colby pinned to the floor of the cage. Now, if you remember correctly, Poopsie is the smallest hamster I have ever seen. He is a black cotton ball that moves on mini wheels. He is TINY, but as I found out last night, can pack quite a wallop.
When Poopsie saw me looking into the cage, he backed off of Colby and put his innocent face on. I put my hand in the cage and he walked right into it. He can be quite adorable and also manipulative as I learned last night.
I played with Poops for a while and then put him back in the cage. I went to get something to drink from the fridge and when I came back, Poopsie had Colby pinned down again. I decided to watch from afar to see what was really going on. Eventually Colby freed himself and I watched as Poopsie chased him around the cage, biting at his heels. Colby squawked and squawked and ran for his life.
Morgan sat nearby shoving his face with everything he could get his hands on.
I decided to clean the cage. I thought that maybe they were fighting because they were living in a cage filled with shit and piss. Once their new home was ready to go, I put them back in the cage. Poopsie immediately went over to Colby, grabbed him by the neck and shoved him to the ground. I burst out laughing, but also thought “What the fuck is going on with my Poops!?”
Eventually the squeaking got so loud that I had to separate Poopsie from Colby and Morgan. I put up a divider in the cage. I fixed up both sides and made the cage into two little homes. Colby and Morgan walked around and decorated their new pad while Poopsie went CRAZY. He thrashed about, tearing through his half of the cage. The little house I built for him out of a cardboard box was destroyed within minutes.
I went over to the cage and asked Poopsie what the deal was. He looked at me with his tiny brown eyes and I melted. But I was perplexed…how come these three hamsters have turned into vicious enemies? They were best friends and now they want each other dead.
Who knows.
But for now they must be separated.
Jim, on the other hand, is doing so well. He sits and watches TV with me sometimes. Other times he walks around my bed and has little adventures. He loves crawling under my sheets and in my pant legs. He can fill a whole day by playing hide and go seek. I just love him and his sweet disposition.
Tonight I will go home and love them to pieces.
Maybe that’s all their world needs.
A lil’ bit o’ love.
Last night I got home from rehearsal to find that there had been a coup d’etat in my hamster cage.
As I entered my bedroom, I heard some loud squeaking. I flipped on the light and went over to the cage to find that Poopsie had Colby pinned to the floor of the cage. Now, if you remember correctly, Poopsie is the smallest hamster I have ever seen. He is a black cotton ball that moves on mini wheels. He is TINY, but as I found out last night, can pack quite a wallop.
When Poopsie saw me looking into the cage, he backed off of Colby and put his innocent face on. I put my hand in the cage and he walked right into it. He can be quite adorable and also manipulative as I learned last night.
I played with Poops for a while and then put him back in the cage. I went to get something to drink from the fridge and when I came back, Poopsie had Colby pinned down again. I decided to watch from afar to see what was really going on. Eventually Colby freed himself and I watched as Poopsie chased him around the cage, biting at his heels. Colby squawked and squawked and ran for his life.
Morgan sat nearby shoving his face with everything he could get his hands on.
I decided to clean the cage. I thought that maybe they were fighting because they were living in a cage filled with shit and piss. Once their new home was ready to go, I put them back in the cage. Poopsie immediately went over to Colby, grabbed him by the neck and shoved him to the ground. I burst out laughing, but also thought “What the fuck is going on with my Poops!?”
Eventually the squeaking got so loud that I had to separate Poopsie from Colby and Morgan. I put up a divider in the cage. I fixed up both sides and made the cage into two little homes. Colby and Morgan walked around and decorated their new pad while Poopsie went CRAZY. He thrashed about, tearing through his half of the cage. The little house I built for him out of a cardboard box was destroyed within minutes.
I went over to the cage and asked Poopsie what the deal was. He looked at me with his tiny brown eyes and I melted. But I was perplexed…how come these three hamsters have turned into vicious enemies? They were best friends and now they want each other dead.
Who knows.
But for now they must be separated.
Jim, on the other hand, is doing so well. He sits and watches TV with me sometimes. Other times he walks around my bed and has little adventures. He loves crawling under my sheets and in my pant legs. He can fill a whole day by playing hide and go seek. I just love him and his sweet disposition.
Tonight I will go home and love them to pieces.
Maybe that’s all their world needs.
A lil’ bit o’ love.
