Memories.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, there are big waves on the north shore & I haven’t been able to go down to the point & ogle…..so instead I’ll tell you about my hamster.

I received this picture today and it reminded me of my hamster (Chippamingo) who was officially the largest pet I ever owned. He was brilliant and extremely cute. When he needed to pee he’d shuffle his little bottom up high into the corner of his cage and oddly, there are time when my toilet smells like his cage used to. But I digress ....

Chippy, as I guess all caged animal do, decided to make a quick getaway whist using me as the human decoy. The only clue as to his whereabouts was the chewed lining of my parent’s expensive velvet curtains where he’d obviously pitched base camp for a few days. Sad and perplexed I’d about given up on him when my Dad (whilst in the cellar) nearly trod on a little black scurrying thing! The fates were with little Chippy as Dad grabbed him and returned him to me all sooty, black and thin from his wild adventure– hallelujah!

Fast forward to the day of poor little Chippy’s death. It was a Sunday and Dad returned from the pub after his usual Guinness (or two) to find a bereft daughter with shoebox casket ready for burial. Buzzed and not in funeral mode my Dad wrote “Chipy” on the box. Harsh and uncaring…..the family never let him forget his spelling infraction!

PS:Is it just me or does Hamster #1 look a bit porn star-ish?