I awoke this morning, unbeknownst to me it was 3:30am, with a startle. Must be a bad dream, I thought. Then I heard it, something russtling the carrier bag on the floor in the corner of our bedroom.
I sat up, Stewart said "what was that?"....
there it goes again *rustle rustle rustle*
Oh MY GOD WHAT IS THAT???
At this point I'm convinced it's a mouse....
*rustle rustle rustle*
Stewart leant over and turned on the lamp...
*rustle rustle rustle*
WHAT IS IT!!!!!
Suddenly this little creature runs out to the middle of the floor, stops and looks at us, then scurries out the bedroom door.
I look at stewart, he looks at me and says "It's Biscuit" (our baby hamster)
Yes, she escaped from her cage last night, somehow managed to push upwards the plastic door, (with a towel on top), squeeze out whilst the top plastic flap of the cage was squishing her, and THEN climb up a flight of stairs, and came to visit us.
I sat up, Stewart said "what was that?"....
Oh MY GOD WHAT IS THAT???
At this point I'm convinced it's a mouse....
*rustle rustle rustle*
Stewart leant over and turned on the lamp...
*rustle rustle rustle*
Suddenly this little creature runs out to the middle of the floor, stops and looks at us, then scurries out the bedroom door.
I look at stewart, he looks at me and says "It's Biscuit" (our baby hamster)
Yes, she escaped from her cage last night, somehow managed to push upwards the plastic door, (with a towel on top), squeeze out whilst the top plastic flap of the cage was squishing her, and THEN climb up a flight of stairs, and came to visit us.