Guinea Slave
Forum Donator 2020/21
So last night (Easter Sunday) we and guineas all went to my parents for dinner. Nice roast dinner, few glasses of wine and my dad's home made sloe gin...umm, I should have known.
Put the guineas to bed and decided to get Monty my gorgeous hamster boy, out for cuddles before we went to sleep, he often snuggles into my night gown for a snooze before we all go to sleep.
I don't remember going to sleep...at all....not even slightly.
At 3am my husband nudges me and says ' are you asleep'? 'Well I was!' I declared, annoyed. He said ' I think there's something in the bedroom, a rat or mouse'. Me... 'Dont be. Silly, you're imagining it'. Rustle, rustle... Me 'is that you?' Husband... 'NO it's a rat!'.
Umm I thought, that's odd... Then I sat bolt upright in bed..'OMG! MONTY!' I vaguely remembered getting him out....rushed to his room and there was his cage open and empty! Cue absolute mayhem and panic....at 3 in the morning. We found him chewing a pair of my slippers at the bottom of my wardrobe! He seemed quite happy but pleased to be caught! What's scary is I have no memory whatsoever of me getting ready for bed and how he got loose! I still don't! I think Monty rather enjoyed himself though and had managed to climb off the bed, walk across our room and into my wardrobe.
Terrible, terrible hammy mum. I just shudder to think what could have happened. He came out tonight, had loads of cuddles, looked very smug and promptly fell asleep on me in the living room watching telly... Clearly none the worse for wear!
Lesson to learnt...never ever drink my dad's sloe gin!
Put the guineas to bed and decided to get Monty my gorgeous hamster boy, out for cuddles before we went to sleep, he often snuggles into my night gown for a snooze before we all go to sleep.
I don't remember going to sleep...at all....not even slightly.
At 3am my husband nudges me and says ' are you asleep'? 'Well I was!' I declared, annoyed. He said ' I think there's something in the bedroom, a rat or mouse'. Me... 'Dont be. Silly, you're imagining it'. Rustle, rustle... Me 'is that you?' Husband... 'NO it's a rat!'.
Umm I thought, that's odd... Then I sat bolt upright in bed..'OMG! MONTY!' I vaguely remembered getting him out....rushed to his room and there was his cage open and empty! Cue absolute mayhem and panic....at 3 in the morning. We found him chewing a pair of my slippers at the bottom of my wardrobe! He seemed quite happy but pleased to be caught! What's scary is I have no memory whatsoever of me getting ready for bed and how he got loose! I still don't! I think Monty rather enjoyed himself though and had managed to climb off the bed, walk across our room and into my wardrobe.
Terrible, terrible hammy mum. I just shudder to think what could have happened. He came out tonight, had loads of cuddles, looked very smug and promptly fell asleep on me in the living room watching telly... Clearly none the worse for wear!
Lesson to learnt...never ever drink my dad's sloe gin!
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