Monday, November 6, 2006
Here’s the story:
At 4 am, I was awakened by scratching noises. They'd gone on for a few moments
I think, as I was between the land of gone and come back. As I drifted back to
consciousness, I realized the sound was coming from the wooden TV table. About
a second later, I realized it must be the hamster! I leaped up, turned on the
vanity light so as to not awaken my slumbering husband....but the little
critter had vanished. Bummer.
I decided to go back to bed and pray and try and get some sleep, all the while
wondering how that little hamster got up all of those stairs and made it to the
farthest room in the house! A bit later, I heard the scratching again. I
crawled out of bed again, turned on the light, and .......don't hold your
breath....nothing.
I crawled back into bed, prayed some more, tried to doze. About 5:12 am, I
heard it again...this time going through plastic...and I immediately freaked.
You see, we have a poster of our oldest daughter that I still had not framed, wrapped in
heavy plastic beside hubby's desk in the room. I envisioned this hamster
shredding away that poster; the very last poster of her competing in gymnastics....this
was war! I jumped up onto the bed and pounced over hubby while yelling at him
"WAKE UP! The hamster is in our room!"....made it to the light in a
flash...and caught the little booger, standing up on his hind legs on the
carpet at the end of our bed as if to say, “Oh Lord...she's caught me and she doesn’t
look happy!”
Hubby quickly shoved the door close so she wouldn't escape! Then he went on one side and I
on the other. He is now wide awake and yelling at me to catch the
hamster....yeah right! The dern little critter was way to fast for me! As she
scampered between my legs and headed off to my closet, I grabbed my cell phone
and called the hamster owner who was downstairs in his bed dreaming the night away.
I heard a groggy, "Hello?" to which I screamed into the phone,
"GET UP HERE NOW!!!"
1/10 of a second later he appeared in our room. (I didn't know the boy
could move that fast!) I yelled at him that his hamster was in our
closet and
he needed to get her out of there please. She was so wound up every
time he
caught her she'd jump out of his hands, so I ran downstairs and grabbed
her
ball, ran back upstairs, handed it to him and she jumped right in. He
promptly took her back downstairs, put her in her cage and locked the
door. He
said the poor little thing was just guzzling down that water!
I gotta tell you; I asked the boy...what were you thinking when you ran
upstairs? He said, he thought something horribly awful must have happened and
he'd better get up there now. Poor kid...he's probably traumatized for life. I still
crack up every time I remember his look of sleep and surprise; I’ve been
laughing ever since!




