Hamster Hideout - Readers' Contributions

By: Cocoa

It all started, one sunny February day, at my house, in my living room, there was a party going on. My cousins and my two closest friend were there. I, who the party had been thrown for, was quite bored. So, I decided to take my best and closest, and truest, most trust worthing friend, who, was a hamster, by the name of Scabbers, out of her cage. I was letting her crawl on my arm, on my back, then onto my other arm. So, into the living room I went with her.

"Hey, Cocoa, can I see Scabbers?" asked my dear friend The Hawk (from HamsterHideout message board). "She is so cute, and big too. Are you feeding her too much?"

"NO!!!!" I shouted angrily. "She is, a Syrian, teddy-bear hamster."

So, after about an hour of having to let everyone pet and hold Scabbers, who was not enjoying it, someone, who will be called The Owl in this story, suggested we go downstairs. But, there was something wrong... SCABBERS WAS GONE!!!!

"NO!!!!!!" I yelled searching for her. "Why?! Why did you leave??!!!"

So, after everyone cleared out and went downstairs, I didn’t see Scabbers. I was so afraid that Scabbers could of fallen down the steps, or gotten stepped on, or, even worse... EATEN BY A CAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH NO!!! Since I have three EVIL cats, Elsie, a calm, friendly cat that never hisses, Charlie, a cat that is more of the liking to torture Scabbers with his claws of DOOM, and then there’s Gracie, a spazzed cat, who wobbles when she walks because she was born with a disease.

So, I started to actually think, not think really straight because my idea wasn’t to bright. I took a bowl of food, and put it in the center of the living room, and waited for Scabbers to come, but she didn’t... After almost a half an hour later, I went downstairs to search for Scabbers, but, wasn’t there either.

To clear and calm my mind, I decided to take part in what everyone else was doing. But, sadly, I saw Gracie, racing up the steps, licking her lips. I raced up after her, hoping she would lead me to find Scabbers. When I got upstairs, I saw Scabbers and Elsie come out from behind the TV. Relieved, I picked up Scabbers, and put her in her cage, while I gave Elsie about almost 10 cat treats, while she’s supposed to only get about 3 a day.

So, thanks to Elsie, Scabbers is... well, not alive, because she’s on the Rainbow Bridge, but at the time, was alive. So everybody, give a cheer to Elsie, who is alive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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