I met up with Matt today. We’d arranged to meet up earlier in the week but hadn’t gotten as far as what we would actually do but that never matters – we always find something fun! 
We both ended up late but I got to our meeting up place before he did. While I was waiting, I heard a lot of noise coming from my right. I looked over and saw women practising their…pole dancing. In the middle of the city centre. In the middle of the day.
As soon as I spotted Matt coming, I walked over and asked him if he wanted to watch some pole dancing. He agreed and we went over. After we watched one performer, we walked off around the corner, before returning because I wanted to video it and put it on my blog (and Flickr and YouTube…). So we returned and I started filming the performances. For you lot because I know how interested you would be!
A little while later, we decided we were hungry. Matt suggested we get something at Subway, so off we went. Matt was amazed that I’d never had a Subway sandwich before. Honestly – it’s not that interesting! I’ve never had a Starbucks coffee either!
So yes, I had my first Subway today. AND IT WAS LOVELY WHY DIDN’T I TRY THIS BEFORE?!! I had meatballs and cheese in a 6-inch honey oats bread, with lettuce and green peppers. And I loved every single, messy, mouthful.
Eventually, we decided that we have had enough and would go and drive around on the moors but first – he had to pick up some cat food for his mum (I’m assuming she doesn’t eat it herself).
As we walked in, I spotted the pets and Matt left me looking at the furry little balls of fur while he picked up the cat food. When he came back for me, I told him I was going to buy a hamster.
Matt reminded me that the hamster would need a hamster cage, food, etc. I was all “I’ll need to buy food but we have loads of hamster stuff at home – we’ve had LOADS of hamsters!”, then I remembered that my clean-freak step-dad has been left unsupervised in the shed recently.
I rang my mum up to ask if we still had the hamster stuff and I got “YOU’RE NOT GETTING A HAMSTER!”. I lied and told her that I had already bought the hamster – oops! Turned out that we din’t have any hamster stuff left; Pete had gone and thrown the lot out.
We rushed off to another pet store, one where the prices were slightly more affordable – £30 for a hamster cage! I don’t think so!
I picked up this short, fat cage containing a house, bedding, wheel, drink bottle and food bowl and also got some wood shavings and a mini exercise ball.
We rushed back to the pet store, with me thinking that if I get everything except the bloody hamster, my mum will kill me.
I ran in while Matt was parking and bought my dear little hamster, some little fruit-flavoured wood things (helps keep their teeth short and clean) and some hamster food.
We drove home, with me holding the hamster box and Matt trying to drive as smoothly as he could. By the time I got home, I was convinced that my new little hamster was dead, as I could feel him sliding around the little box every time we went over a bump or around a corner.
When we got home, I set up in his little cage and…he wouldn’t come out of the box. Matt had to leave after a while and told me to text him when the hamster ventures out. My brother got a bit bored of waiting and ended up tilting the box to slide the hamster out. The hamster wasn’t dead, just sleeping.
As angry as mum was when she first heard about him, she fell in love with him when she saw him.
His name is Killer and he is a Russian Dwarf Hamster. And I love him.
No related posts.
Tags: Animals, Family, Friends, Hamster, Killer, Pet, Shopping, Spending
