Today I went into a pet store to buy some cat food and came out with a hamster. Now before you all judge me as a very nasty person the hamster was an impulse buy and will not be fed to the cat at any point. The hamster looked awkward and a little out of place and I thought that it was a good metaphor for me in America so I purchased her. I have named her Sergeant Squeaks because normal pet names aren’t something that I can do.
The sales assistant in the store asked me if I was 18, presumably because adults don’t buy hamsters as an impulse buy and she also picked up on my accent and asked if I was just visiting the US which amused me a little. It’s not very often that people buy hamsters when they are on vacation in another country! She was very nice though and informed me that the type of hamster I chose wasn’t the “most bitey” type which I feel is an important characteristic when buying a hamster.
Once we got home I set about setting up the hamster cage while my wife played with the hamster and the cat stalked all of us. Sammy followed the hamsters every move and we kept having to shoo him away. It’s safe to say that they will be occupying separate rooms for a while but my wife and I had great fun watching him try to stalk the hamster from all angles before realising that the cage bars were too narrow for him to reach her. Crisis averted!
What do you make of my new look blog theme? I’m still undecided as to whether it’s an improvement!