Introduction
This little ruffian is my sister’s hamster. The story of how we got him is thus: My sister goes to this youth group every Saturday and became very good friends with the group leader. Hanging out and talking she went to her house one day, finding that she had two hamsters, Rubi and Casper. She kept them in separate cages, for obvious reasons… but I guess that didn’t stop them *laughs* Hamsters have an uncanny way of escaping from their cages for the sheer pleasure of escaping. And so, Rubi had six little pill-like infants 2 boys and 4 girls.
Traveling on my binder
The first person she thought of giving away was my sis. She had first pick, so of course she picked the boy. (usually boys aren’t so moody ya know…) She didn’t hesitate and called him “Momo” because it’s a popular German pet name (idk if it is, I’m just going by what she said) She said if I had any suggestions but I decided to go with it and just gave him a last name “Katsura” naming him after ‘Katsura Kotarou’ from the anime ‘Gintama’ … yeah I’m a geek, I know. I hope he’d take after his personality… I kinda regret it now. *laughs*
Inside his cage
He weird really weird… He isn’t hyper but when he runs, he runs.There are times where he’s looks like he’s satisfied with confinement in reality he’s waking for a crack of opportunity of escaping. He’s a mix, of a regular hamster (Rubi) and some kind of russian breed (Casper) I don’t know the specifics… oh well. In the previous house I lived in, was realllly cold and he grew all this fur it was ridiculous… He’s actually skinny but all that fur just makes him look fat.
The Cynical Bastard
My sister wonders why I call him cynical… but I telling you, I swear sometimes he’s out to get me… *laughs* we used to have this metal wired wheel I brought in the pet shop and with it he ran obsessively (it’s a hamster thing) It wasn’t too long before it began to squeak terribly… But I don’t mind the wheeling or the rusty squeaks. It’s just the time he wheeled which was around midnight all the way into the weeeeee hours of the morning. It’s bad enough that I don’t normally sleep through the nights. And he’s placed in my room, because at the time, I had the enough space for him (I had the biggest room in the house)
“Would you shut up!” I’d shout in frustration one night, and to my surprised he stopped. Standing up, I paced to the cage that rested on the end of my desk. Momo came out of the wheel and stared at me. “Listen you, I know you’re nocturnal and all that—but so am I! But sadly I do everything during day… so just wait till I fall asleep and once I’m out you can wheel to your heart’s content—got that?!”
He stayed silent… I was rather impressed discovering that he was able to comprehend human gestures and facial expressions. And with that I slipped into bed. Time passed and as I feel slept creep up on me… my eyes getting heavy… my mind starting to blur into the land of dreams….
SQUEAK, SQUEAK, SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAK….
“Oh God!” I shouted. He’d shut up. I went back to bed. Getting sleepy, I’d thought it’d be the end of it….
CLANK, CLANK, CHCHCHCCHAHLALNK!
“What are you doing–you bastard! Are you trying to make go insane?!” I walked over to him, “What are you doing? What do you want?” He stood on his little hind legs groping on the bars of the cage chewing gnawing (another habit hamsters have) He stared at me with googly eyes.. groaning, I gave him some food and he shut up for the rest of the night…
He repeated that action several nights and one morning, to my sister’s dismay, she found Momo outside of my door freezing (because the corridor didn’t have any heating) wheeling, wheeling just to kept warm.
“Romey, you’re so mean!” She whined
“Oh shut up, he deserves it,” I grumbled as I turned over my bed to get the last minutes of sleep before school.
There’s tons of little stories but I’ll drag on… but deep inside, although I don’t show it… I really love that runt. I’ve always had a soft spot for animals.
The new look
The latest misadventure was when I secretly cut off chunks of his fur. Being weird, his fur grew in a certain unusual style. He has two white patches that extend off from the sides that I call “wings” and two more that extend from the bottom which I call “mermaid tail”. My sister laughed when I showed her and she commented how I know more about his appearance then she does… (Which shows how much I actually like him)
Since I was little, I’ve always been allergic to animal fur, dust, pollen, and anything that deteriorated into itty-bitty bits and float into the atmosphere. But Momo never affected me until recently. When I fell ill my allergies were really bad and he made it worse for me (since he sheds he always left traces of fur whenever he was carried). My sister really loves her little “baby” and wanted to keep the “wings” and the “mermaid tail” because it made him look cute… yadda yadda… she’s really blind to human suffering, I mean, seriously… I took a scissor and cut them off as well as any tuffs that I saw that stuck out…
There really isn’t any difference… so I guess that’s why she hasn’t noticed… my mother is my only witness. *laughs*
Now she found out… but only because she read this page… oh well… she’s so selfish. I guess that’s why he acts the way he does. A pet reflects the attitudes of his owner, I believe…
