Saturday, July 31, 2004

The Feeder is Gone

The Feeder has left me. Again. Auntie Sabrina is very nice though. She talks to me more than The Feeder does, and she doesn't call me rat. Also seems to stumble in drunk less (or maybe that is because The Feeder isn't here to drink martinis with her). Oh well, makes a change from seeing Tucky the cat drooling over me.

Monday, July 26, 2004

Fighting The Feeder for some more carbs
The Feeder

Sunday, July 25, 2004


I'm going to Auntie Sabrina's for 10 days. I'm hoping she drinks less than The Feeder and buys some carbs for me.

Tuesday, July 20, 2004


The Feeder and her friend came home at 7.30pm. I was half awake, but then they talked to me. And for some reason, I felt happy. So happy, that I fell asleep again. I like martini fumes. Bring on Belvedere martinis, straight-up, two olives. Good night.

Friday, July 16, 2004

Me being caught after another escape attempt
The Feeder

Saturday, July 10, 2004

I like apple and peach crumble.
The Feeder

Exploring my new penthouse cage attachment. All I need now is a leopard skin couch and a good stereo system.
The Feeder

Friday, July 09, 2004

I like freedom

Escaped again yesterday. I like freedom. Just a shame The Feeder almost squashed me when she came home drunk.

Saturday, July 03, 2004


The Feeder is betraying me. I kept hearing her saying "here Tucky, Tucky" and couldn't understand what she was talking about. Now I know. She is feeding a cat. The ultimate hamster enemy. I am not impressed. I'm sharpening my teeth for the next time The Feeder comes into my cage.

Thursday, July 01, 2004


The English bloke dropped me. I discovered dust bunnies and leftover chinese crackers behind the sofa. The Feeder managed to catch me by offering up a biscuit. I like biscuits.

Actually, I like the English bloke now
The Feeder

English bloke

There is a man in the flat who hates hamsters. I can tell. He isn't at all friendly and tried to kick my ball when I was in it.