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Tuesday, July 01, 2003
While I ate dinner I gave Anisoara run of the kitchen counter. The space between stove and wall proved too enticing. I tried to grab her wee tail or her little leg but she needed to find out for herself that tiny spaces can't fit cobra hamsters. Flattened, she herself understood my panic and struggled to unwedge herself.
Then she decided to see what was in a pot (leftover water) and fell in. Miserable and wet.
This was no place for an innocent girl like her. Into her hamster ball she went. But she found her way around the stair barricade and - thump! thump! - began to descend.
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