When I called my best friend today, her first words were, “I kinda want a new hamster, but I’m afraid I’m going to lose it.” After giving her a questioning look and favoriting her tweet that described her hamster endeavors, I asked her to explain. Apparently, Casey has owned, lost and found two separate hamsters. Yes. She lost and found TWO living, breathing, possibly emotionally traumatized hamsters, and here’s how.
The story of Spike:
Spike was a long-haired, yellow teddy bear hamster. He was purchased by Casey and three of her pals. Together, the four of them shared custody and would bring Spike to school on days that his home would change. Casey had the pleasure of bringing Spike home for winter break back in December of 2015.
On her way home, Casey stopped to feed her horse and thought her little hamster friend would be happy in the warmth of her 2004 candy apple red Ford Mustang. She may have been right, but her plan backfired when she came back to the empty laundry basket Spike once had called home.
After searching far and wide, Casey and her accomplice in hamster endangerment, Eddie, decided to look for a replacement hamster. “We didn’t want Mikayla to get mad, so we looked for a second one. We went to Petco, and they didn’t have one… so we went to three more.” Their search was unsuccessful, so after waiting a week, Casey was forced to tell the other hamster parents that she had lost their furry friend.
After being the victim of some unkind words that were not necessarily unwarranted, Casey decided to go back to the barn where it all began. When she got in her car, she heard a squeaking sound. She opened her glove compartment, and after two weeks of being MIA, “there he was just chilling.”
Spike was the first, but not the last, victim of Casey’s inability to keep hamsters secure. In the summer of 2017, Casey’s poor luck in hamster ownership struck again.
This is the story of Daddy:
Daddy was a dusty tan robo hamster. This unfortunately named (and owned) creature was smaller than Spike, and his story is shorter, but the differences stop there.
Daddy was also a hamster of shared custody and was lost and found by my good friend. One morning, she woke up to an overturned cage and a missing hamster. She realized that she had done it again – lost her hamster. She again searched far and wide to no avail. She thought he was gone for good.
After a few weeks time and some real soul searching, Casey came to terms with the fact that she would never see Daddy again. She told Daddy’s other mom that they had lost their hamster, and they began the five stages of grief together. Around the third stage – bargaining – Casey saw her cat dart across her bedroom and, again, heard the familiar sounds of hamster squeaks. Casey thought her mind was playing tricks on her, but to be safe she picked up her cat and set a “catch ‘em live” trap in her room. Low and behold, the next day Daddy was found “just hanging out in the trap.”
I suppose the moral of the story is to never leave your hamster unattended… or with Casey Condon.
Photo source: Twitter (@caseycondon13)