Post by himiko sabbrawrra on Apr 10, 2006 13:46:13 GMT -5
I use to have a Dwarf hampster when I was in school before I left for the Navy. My little sister named him Dingle. That little thing was an ecape artist. He had actually gotten out of his cage at least 4 times. One day he actually disapeared and we couldnt find him.
So we waited thinking that when he was hungry or we see his little "presents" we would find him. When that didnt happen my dad said our cat (Orian) or Dog (Jewel) probably got into the basement and ate him. So I gave up. Still kept his cage and couldnt give it up.
About two weeks later I was in my batheroom. My sis and I had our own bath in our room; Well I kept hearing this scratching sound and went into the storage closet. It got louder and I started to dig till I found an old school backpack. There was Dingle inside and stuck. Papaers torn in the bag and he had lost alot of weight. No mind that he bit me when I picked him up. But we were all suprised. I dont think he ever escaped again.
So we waited thinking that when he was hungry or we see his little "presents" we would find him. When that didnt happen my dad said our cat (Orian) or Dog (Jewel) probably got into the basement and ate him. So I gave up. Still kept his cage and couldnt give it up.
About two weeks later I was in my batheroom. My sis and I had our own bath in our room; Well I kept hearing this scratching sound and went into the storage closet. It got louder and I started to dig till I found an old school backpack. There was Dingle inside and stuck. Papaers torn in the bag and he had lost alot of weight. No mind that he bit me when I picked him up. But we were all suprised. I dont think he ever escaped again.
