Georgie

At the end of January 2003, I was 'monstering' outside. It was the middle of the day, and I knew Mum wouldn't be doing much. I decided to spice up her day and make it more interesting for her! Everyone knows how funny it is to get a human running around, arms flapping, all because you've caught a small rodent. I managed to excel myslef this time though - I found a hamster to play with. For some reason it wanted to scream at me, but seemed fairly happy to let me catch it and take it indoors. With great delight, I charged through the catflap at top speed (just to let Mum know I was on my way in!) and let the hamster go behind the sofa. Mum was sitting down for lunch, so I knew this would cause even greater commotion.

With a sigh, Mum put her lunch to one side and resigned herself to rescuing yet another little creature from my paws. Imagine her surprise when she pulled back the sofa and found a fully grown hamster giving me a run for my money! Mum, being the spoilsport that she is, managed to extricate the hamster from my paws. Between them they resisted any further attempts on my part to reclaim the hamster as mine, and Mum put the hamster in something called a shoe box. While in the box, I took great delight in telling it that I'd be eating it for tea. It just screamed at me.

For some reason, Mum took a liking to the hamster, and borrowed an old fish tank from a friend to give it a temporary home. This was fine by me because I could get a great view of the hamster, even if I couldn't get to it. She gave it some water to drink, and a carrot to nibble on, while she decided what was to become of it. In my eyes, he was mine, but I didn't get a say in the matter. Mum set off on a mission to find out if the hamster had a home, but no one came forward to claim him. Because he appeared to be tame and rather friendly, Mum knew that a more permanent solution than the fish tank had to be found. I had all paws crossed that this mean't I could eat him by this point. So what did she go and do? She went out and bought the hamster his own cage with exercise wheel and nesting house. And the bars were too close together for me to get my paws through. What chance did I have now of getting hold of him?

The hamster now has a name - Georgie - and thinks he owns the place. He's wrong there. I own everything. I own the furniture, the carpets, the curtains. Everything. I need all of it, even when I'm not using it. That hamster needs showing, but Mum's all overprotective and only lets him outside of his cage when I'm not around. He tells me all about it when he's back inside his cage. He tells me hows he's allowed to run around on the sofa and on the carpet. He even runs over my scratching post, and sometimes he likes to get inside the box I like to sleep in! He takes things even further by trying to chase me around the living room when he's in his exercise ball. I have to put up with this indignation practically every night!

One of these days I'm going to show him who's boss. I caught him so that makes him my hamster, right? The time will come when I've taken over the world and I'll be able to show everyone who's boss =^..^=