Some censuring Readers will scornfully say, why hath this Lady writ her own life? Since none cares to know whose daughter she was or whose wife she is, or how she was bred, or what fortunes she had, or how she lived, or what humor or disposition she was of? I answer that is true, that 'tis to no purpose to the Readers, but it is to the Authoress, because I write it for my own sake, not theirs. ~Margaret Cavendish in 1655
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Hannibal the Hamster
Now that I have answered the most common questions about Hannibal and Harriet, let me tell you the story of Hannibal and how the little bugger came into my life.
As you have previously seen, Harriet was living the life of Riley in her plastic, rainbow-vomited cage in my bathroom. Then Cousin Jamie asked me if I could take a hamster off of her Aunt Julie's hands. Aunt Julie's nephew (or maybe great-nephew... I can't remember) was not really taking to good of care of Hannibal and thus, Aunt Julie received Hannibal one day. Julie is a kind-hearted soul who is living with her mother, a cat and a dog. Her mom, Mother Mary, had issues with the hamster smell/pine shaving dust in her house, so Julie needed to ditch the hamster. So, she gave Cousin Jamie a call and Cousin Jamie prevailed on me to take poor Hannibal in.
So now I have a double vision of rainbow-vomited, plastic cage in my bathroom. I don't dare put them in the same cage, seeing that I don't want baby hamsters.
Now, if someone wanted a hamster, I do believe that I have a free one for the taking. And he already has a cage and a name.
Just to let you know, is all I'm saying.