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Wednesday, June 18, 2003
Anisoara escaped Monday night.
I knew I couldn't sleep until I found her. In the dark, I listened for the sound of four tiny feet padding on the linoleum. A little black pellet shuffled in front of me. I flipped on the light switch, sprang forward but dropped the laundry and hamster ball. Anisoara scurried to oblivion.
Darkness again. This time I heard her. Lights on! I dashed into the laundry room - and Anisoara was clambering up a grill.
She didn't get her walkie last night.
Fed her pastrami, celery, mango, and spinach today.
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