Max's lifelong dream of killing my daughter's hamster almost came true last night. We were cleaning the hamster's cage and put her in her exercise ball to roll around a little. We had the bedroom door blocked, but Max shoved past the barricade and attacked the ball. Quick as a flash, he knocked off the lid and stuck in his long nose.
Mei-An screamed. I grabbed Max by the collar and hauled him out with the hamster clenched in his jaws. I smacked Max on the back of his head, and the hamster flew across the room. When I had locked the struggling Max out of the room, the hamster was soggy, chewed and looked half dead. I put her in her cage to die in peace, but instead she shuffled over to her food bowl, ate a good supper and went to sleep. In the morning, she was perfectly fine.
Max was foiled this time, but he'll be back. Until next time, he'll keep bouncing up and down in front of the hamster cage, chanting, Want the hamster! Want the hamster!
