We have an office hamster. Every office should have a hamster. I like to take her out of her little palace and pat her repeatedly while reassuring her what a good hamster she is (although I know it’s awful hard to be a BAD hamster), then put her in her ball so she can run around on the floor.
…was Willoughby the Hamster in his little plastic ball running down the corridors of Shafer Hall at Wellesley (meaning it’s all girls). Said girls running after him making various culturally and regionally appropriate exclamations of cuteness.
Once, my science class had a pet hamster named Phoebe and I got to keep it over Spring Break. That was the closest I ever came to having a pet, unless you count the fish that I won at a carnival that my mom flushed while it was still alive.
Looks like the dog loves cage animals for dinner…I would swear that picture is the prelude to an akward explanation to the kids of where their hamster is, followed by a very involved discussion about whether or not hamster go to the same heaven as people. :eek:
Every office should have a pet. It relieves so much stress.
When my dog was a puppy, I used to bring her to work in her carrier. It looked like a big blue bird cage. Very casual office, and no one minded, so I always took her to work with me. “Puppy breaks” took over for cigarette breaks. The entire atmosphere of that place changed overnight. It was like everyone took a happy pill!
What’s with this cuteness overload stuff? Rodents are nice little critters!
Hamsters are great, but I love gerbils. They’re more active. And actually they’re very clean (translation: being desert critters they don’t poop and pee as noticeably).
My contraband college pet was a gerbil. When he wasn’t scampering around in his ball, he sometimes tucked into my shirt pocket and went to classes w/ me. Yes, it did look a bit strange, but they were small grad classes and he was quite popular w/ everyone.
And yes, he was a funny, endearing spirit lifter. Being a sociable little soul, he quite willingly went to sleep in other people’s pockets when they wanted to borrow him.