Madison, Mojo, and Patrick

(PATRICK-------->)

Well, man, I now know my life has been crazy. I've walked around the block during the cold, helped a cat with opera, gone in Michigan, and even Indiana, and now, had the kittens done the craziest thing ever known in the history of the cat!

It all started on a perfect Wednesday. The kittens were just hangin' around, while I was just chewing on the sofa. I drank once or twice from the toilet. Then, our owners came back from a certain errand. They said that they were going to the pet store or something. How was I supposed to know about what they were doing? They came back with a small, hollow box with breathing holes on each side. The small size-the breathing holes-the creature-like scent-there was something inside. And then, someone pulled out- an old cage? What was filling it with bedding all about. And when they opened the box, a small hamster emerged.

Madison and Mojo said that he was black and white, and that was nice because I lack color in my eyesight. It was a hamster, like said, and his name was none other than- "Patrick." "Hey-let's go look at the hamster!" Madison advised. "Okay!" Mojo said. And they ran off. Then, I remembered what Madison and Mojo did to the fish. I knew I had to stop them- so I ran off. I jumped on to my brother's bed, witch was the location of the hamster cage. "You kittens can't handle caring for such a fragile creature." I said. "Hamsters bite all the time anyways." "But we're hungry!" Mojo said. "I know what you two are up to- and that's trouble, no good, and trouble." I said "Besides, you cannot eat him." I said. "PLEASE!?" Mojo asked. "NO!" I snapped. "Also you can't even get access to him-his cage is securely shut." I said. "We'll show you, right Madison?" Mojo protested. "YEAH!" Madison said. This was a war between pooch and feline.

That night, the kittens played a dirty trick on me and Patrick while I was sleeping. They opened Patrick's cage-and let him go. But then they got in a deep sleep, because this took place 5 hours after midnight. But that morning, a terrible thing happened. Patrick got his way into the empty water pipes. "Hey, where's Patrick?" I said. I noticed that there were little footprints in the dust that is near the only way into the water pipes. That's how I knew Patrick was in the pipes. "Who should get our lunch-I mean brunch- I mean 'hamster!'" Madison asked. "Well, maybe we should rule you out because you want to eat the thing!" Mojo said. "Maybe I should rule YOU out, too, because you also want to eat him!" I snapped to Mojo. I knew that I could maybe fit in those pipes. But if I was the only one who wanted a successful rescue, then I should risk getting stuck in some stupid pipes.

So I squeezed myself in there. Down, down, down I went in a steep pipe. I finally landed. Dust flew everywhere. I heard Madison and Mojo's voices, echoing. "Let's go in the other water pipe entrances and see if we can find Patrick before Lucy does!" Mojo said. After I heard Madison say "OK", they set off. Those stupid cats. I should have known. I started to try to hurry up. "Patrick!" I called. I saw dust prints. "DUST PRINTS!" I said. I started to follow them. But I heard a voice. "HEY, look, dust prints!" Now, I knew I had to do something. But then, I saw Patrick, under my feet, in a hollow pipe under me. There was a small crevasse where I could fit my paw to grab Patrick. Soon, I grabbed him. Then, he bit me. Patrick's hamster species possess a tendency to usually redundantly bite and be mouthy. And hamsters have sharp teeth. So even though it hurt, I held tight. I jumped up another pipe. It was like an elevator. I found a pipe that went across,(in a left direction, where the pipe is going this way: -------->.)

Now the kittens would never find me. "Hey, look, maybe Patrick's up there, in that pipe that smells a lot like Lucy." A voice said. "Ohhh, I should get moving!" I quietly said to myself. I carried Patrick in an almost completely light grip.He was squeaking, and moving and struggling in my mouth. "Okay, okay you stupid hamster, I'm going as fast as I can!" I ran out of the exit, bumped into the wall, and ran back upstairs.

After I ran back upstairs, I put Patrick back. I made sure that it was cat-proof by putting a ton of layers of blue duct tape, put ropes around the cage, and even put on 14 and a half locks on it! Then I put Dreadlocks on it.

Soon, Patrick was safe, there was no doubt about it. But the kittens were gonna come out. So I blocked their only exit by nailing some wood on top of their exits. Well, at least Patrick was safe. But then again, I hoped the kittens could find their way out...

Hamster Stories From Hamsters In Lucy's Family

Our family has had a huge history. We have cats, dogs, fish, kittens, frog, snail, and even hamsters. Right now, we don't have any hamsters, and we only have one picture of only ONE of the hamsters. But, anyways, I'll tell you all their stories. I wasn't around when the first hamster of our family came. My brother wrote a story about it, so I read it when I came in the family. The name of the first hamster that came to our family was named Peache. It's supposed to be pronounced the way you say "Peachy", but my brother likes how "Peache's" name is spelled, P-E-A-C-H-E.  Now Peache came from this Pet Store called Pet Supplies Plus. And because my brother's favorite animal was a hamster, they got a hamster. It was a peach, Teddy Bear hamster. It was kept in a pretty looking box. Then, those days with Peache passed. And then, Peache, one night, died. My Brother even wrote a letter to Peache. I don't know where the letter is, so I don't know what it said. Peache hasn't been buried yet, but I know that it's in a bag, in the freezer in the basement. 

When Peache was around, Sarah, my sister got a long- furred teddy bear hamster that was brown that we named, Penny. Penny was a curious hamster. The only picture of Penny that we have, is one with Penny's butt facing the camera. I was around when Penny was. I remember when Penny escaped her cage. Sarah was pretty concerned about Penny. And then we saw that Penny was behind Sarah's bedroom door. 

Penny was still around when my brother got another hamster. It had a calico brown-and-white design. The hamster's name was Cody. He escaped through an air vent he could fit through. It took hours to find Cody. Then, he died. His funeral happened by the bushes in our yard. Cody was buried in the mud, and we marked where Cody was buried with a stone. 

Now, the only hamster we had left was Penny. And she died later on. Nowadays, we don't have hamsters. But we still want another. I hope we'll get another hamster- someday.

Hamsters RULE!!!!!!