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I can't win.
Oct. 11th, 2004 02:03 pmNo, really, I can't.
I went out to Rockaway Friday night to see the family. Jenny came with me. Dad drove us home on Saturday, where he saw:
- 1 mostly grown up cat
- 1 tiny kitten
- 1 dwarf hamster in a modified plastic bin
- 1 dead dwarf hamster, in a cage.
That was Mesquite, Hickory's playmate. The room had the faint odor of something rotten, and Newton was clearly in a strange mood from it. He was the same way when Hickory passed away.
The part that bugs me the most, is that there was nothing wrong with him. He was running around, breathing, and eating a small amount since Hickory died. The best we can chalk it up to is that he died out of loneliness, since they'd been cagemates since birth.
It wasn't a very happy weekend.
I went out to Rockaway Friday night to see the family. Jenny came with me. Dad drove us home on Saturday, where he saw:
- 1 mostly grown up cat
- 1 tiny kitten
- 1 dwarf hamster in a modified plastic bin
- 1 dead dwarf hamster, in a cage.
That was Mesquite, Hickory's playmate. The room had the faint odor of something rotten, and Newton was clearly in a strange mood from it. He was the same way when Hickory passed away.
The part that bugs me the most, is that there was nothing wrong with him. He was running around, breathing, and eating a small amount since Hickory died. The best we can chalk it up to is that he died out of loneliness, since they'd been cagemates since birth.
It wasn't a very happy weekend.
