Wednesday, December 14, 2005
She dug her hand into the rusty old cage and using her sharp and pointy nails, she tried to catch a hamster and they started squealing about like mice, or rather they are so-called mice. Rodents. She had finally caught an endearing one. She flipped it over. "This should be a male," she growled grumpily, obviously not happy to entertain us.
She caught the other one, flipped the poor little tweeny thing over. "Female,"she bellowed, staring right at the ground. We chose a pretty pink cage and the nasty attendent practically dump them into the cage.
The attendent picked us a packet of three purple grape like woodshaves. "Can we have three carrot woodshaves?"mum asked,"since the price is the same?" The attendent shook her head with utter most reluctance.
Mum and I knew we would be wasting time to argue with such a wild woman,and so we left the shop hastily, with sis carrying the cage.
Marvellous Monday (sitting on the ground, gazing at hamsters) 19 Oct 05 Diary entry 1-02
Dear diary, What a purrfect day!
...to be continued