Last night, Hammy was jogging in his wheel, so I put him in his ball and brought him downstairs. He ran around while Brodie baby sat him (she was so adorable, following him, then laying down to watch him).
At bedtime, I tried to cuddle him, but he needed to run. Sometimes a hamster just needs to jam, you know? So I put him back in his cage, and he jogged until I fell asleep.
When I got back from my walk with Cathy and Aspen (during which I had a little panic attack because of my breathing due to my cold - felt like I was suffocating aka having a heart attack), Pat came out and announced that Hammy was missing.
Aspen started searching his room, while I started searching the sewing room. There he was, hiding in the corner behind my cutting table. Pat called him, and he came right out. Once he was back in his cage, he drank and drank and drank, then curled up in his bedding and went to sleep.
I wonder what kind if harrowing night he had?
Turns out I put his tube in the wrong hole the other day when I cleaned his cage. He just waited until last night to take advantage of it!
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