my favourite pet when I was young was my hamster, Humphrey. He was very agile, and lived to the ripe old age of 3 years, but he came to rather a grizzly end. We used to leave his cage open, and he could climb in and out of it whenever he wanted; he was more-or-less house-trained, and would go back into his cage to eat, sleep and crap. One Spring morning, we came down, and he had disappeared. We looked everywhere, but could not find him, and thought he must have escaped through an open window. As my Mum made breakfast, she suddenly gave a scream, and then started yelling.... unfortunately, Humphrey had found his way into a kitchen cupboard, and climbed into our food processor, and as my Mum blitzed up some fruit for a smoothie, she hadn't noticed him in there until she opened the top and found mangled fur and hamster bones in amongst the fruit....! Horrible ending for a cute pet.
But, the weird thing was, she through the gunge out of the window into the garden, and by the next day, a lovely bunch of tulips had grown in the flowerbed there.... well, as the song goes..."when it's spring again, I'll bring again, tulips from hamster jam".....
