Tribute to Fergie
Morning Toast fans
You may or may not know this, but last yeat my best friend decided to buy me a hamster for my birthday. Not that I wanted a pet or anything, but, and I quote, "because it will do my head in."
And so - Fergie was born. (named after that should-be royal, Alex).
Cutting to the chase, shed died last weekend. I now feel slightly guilty about the fact that I once managed to boot her hamster ball accross the kitchen floor (when she was in it.) And before you all go RSPCA on me - it was an accident.
I also feel a tad guilty about dropping her that time and she didn't move for a whole minute.
So what to do? After this very generous present (costing me about £200 in cage upgrades, food, bedding, toys etc. - cheers Jonny), I'm suddenly left with this hole in my life. How do I fill it?
Like a plum I go and buy another. Now I need your help. What to call her (yes, she's a she).
So far the only name I've got is "little sod" as that's what I shouted when she bit me.
I look forward to your comments.....
posted by Toaster @ 2:20 AM
1 Comments:
you could call it a highly original - furrball or maybe Lister after red dwarf hamster lookalike
Ps - That was really cruel kicking that hamster in a ball. By that I mean cruel in the way I didn't get to see it and piss myself laughing.
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