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Some of my interests
Food plays an important part in my life. Well, who can live without constantly eating, I ask you?! The feeding tray of mine is always full with some tasty bits (I don't know how it happens, but I suspect my owner has a finger i it). Finding the best bit first takes a lot of time. After all, one cannot begin one's meal with the worst bit!
Sometimes there is a bit of some juicy fruit to be found in the tray. Then the feast begins!
A bit worth eating is found! Now I gnaw at it for some minutes, at the same time sharpening my teeth. When there are more tasty bits of food than I can eat, I place them into my pouches, and bring them with me to my house. There, stored away in a dark corner, they wait for their turn to be eaten.
One should neither forget to drink a lot of fresh water - it's good your health and your fur!
Speaking of fur! I forgot to do my hairstyling for today!!! Disaster! I'll turn my back on the camera, see if anybody is around, and will get down to my fur. Can you stop taking those pictures for now?! (I dislike that dazzling flash.)
Some months passed . . .
Sometimes it feels like no escaping from that poking photographer! You are not even safe in your own house! I think I must do something about it (I could for example bite him, but giving it another thought... one shouldn't bite the hand that feed you).
Luckily such kind of intrusion does not happen too often, so I can enjoy my greatest hobby of all - sleeping. If humans use about eight hours for sleeping daily, we hamsters can devote up to 18 hours to this kind of time spending! Beat that!
Some more months passed . . .
It happens approximately once a week... It just comes over you without you being able to do anything about it... It can't be avoided... And it has just happened again. Cleaning day! It usually takes place closer to the evening. I just begin to wake up when the roof of my house disappears, a hand (of my owner?) pets me a couple of times, then takes hold of me and floats me over to that white shelter-box. (You know how fond I am of being lifted... Grrr, Yikk) The only thing that I hear from that point is some hustling and sound of running water. Good still that that hand leaves some food in the shelter-box so that I do not have to sit there and waste my precious time...
And then, suddenly, the lid is opened, and I face my entirely renewed cage. I do not know what to do to laugh or to cry. At least one thing is for sure - my food reserves in the house are gone. I am unsure if I shell leave this shelter-box at all now. Wait a little, what is that smell coming from my food-tray... Carrots!
A quick inspection of the house is enough to confirm my suspicions - the food cache is gone. But despite is, it is definitely better in the house - clean and warm blankets, clean walls.
Well, well, the water tube if filled with fresh water, but should he add those vitamins to it all the time? He has the door open. Should I escape now? Nooo! I have more important things to do - I am going to inspect my food tray now. See you there...
Uff, the food tray is filled to the brim, or rather was. I've got half of it in my pouches now - after all I can't leave my cache empty, can I?
The food I get is tasty and keeps my fur healthy. Besides the usual mixture of corn, I also get fresh vegetables, such as carrots, salad, and some fruit - apples among my favourites. My owner tried to feed my with bananas, but I refuse to even sniff at them - do I look like a monkey, I ask you?
Oh, I hope he won't take more of these pictures - I get rather tired writing my comments to them. Off to bed and rest now!
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