It seems that the Apes will stop at nothing to encroach on my space. First there was their offspring, The Wet One. Then ScapeGoat The Dog graces my home. You’d think it would all end there, but no.

Today they come home with a rodent! At first I was all excited that they would bring me such a treat, but I soon found out they intend to keep the damned thing as a pet. Apparently it’s called a Hamster.

HamSter… All I see is the word Ham in there. Ham = Food does it not? 

I don’t get it. The Big Haired Wife has made it perfectly clear that she does not like rodents; delegating the responsibility to me to kill them on sight. Now, I get swatted whenever I approach this thing. I swear, I’m going to need therapy soon!

And to top it all off, they stick it into a plastic ball so it can safely roam the house; teasing me with aroma and movement.

But on the plus side, seems they bought a really cheap cage to keep it in. I should have no problem getting into it.

I feel a midnight snack coming on. Problem is, I’ll get busted for it. I don’t even think ScapeGoat The Dog will be a plausible avenue this time.

If any Cats out there have ideas on how I can get away with this munchie, please leave a comment. My taste buds are in overdrive and I’m not well known for my self-restraint.