“I don’t believe in reincarnation, and I didn’t believe in it when I was a hamster.”

About an inch of snow fell last night. With the sun glinting off the ice crystals, the morning is a pretty one, but it’s cold out. I swept the snow from the walk and my car windows, got the paper then ran inside to the warmth of the house. I’ll have to venture onto the deck later as the feeders are empty.

No mouse was in the trap this morning though the trap had been sprung, but the peanut butter was still there so one of the cats could very well have been the culprit as the trap is so sensitive to touch. I’ll reset the trap and put it back in the eaves, but I haven’t found a mouse in a few days. Gracie is a bit disappointed. She enjoys her late evening mouse runs. The last mouse was my favorite. It was let loose near some woods and to get there it ran, hopped, ran and hopped again. I watched it until it disappeared into the woods. As always, I wished it well.

I had hamsters once. The guy at the pet store swore they were both males; he was half right. Those hamsters had several babies, but I did find homes and then put the two of them in separate cages. Those cages were in my bedroom. The female hamster learned how to open the cage and escaped often even after we closed it with more wire. One of the cats captured that hamster and was playing with it in the bathtub. The hamster would try and climb the side to get away, and the cat would bring it right back. It was like the Myth of Sysyphus without the rock. My mother saved the hamster which, you find later in the story, was a bit ironic. I had one of those furry rugs popular in the 60’s. It was a round one on the floor in my bedroom. The rug was bright pink. The hamster pulled it close to the cage and chewed off a section of the rug for her nest. It was one pretty colorful nest, and I had a rug with a circular piece missing. People saw the rug with the missing piece but never asked. I would have been curious. Eventually the male hamster died and the female escaped. It lived somewhere in the house, but we didn’t find it until later, until its demise. The hamster had been living behind the stove, and when my mother turned on the stove one time, the hamster, the same one my mother had saved, bit into a wire and was electrocuted. We called my mother the Lord High Executioner for a while. She never really warmed to that name.

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22 Comments on ““I don’t believe in reincarnation, and I didn’t believe in it when I was a hamster.””

  1. Bob Says:

    My parents would never allow us to have rodents as pets. I think that also included reptiles and arachnids. Discovering the sex of rodents is a true science. Their reproductive organs must be nearly microscopic. Did you ever see the two hamsters fornicating? A grandmother was on a walk with her five year old grandson when they came across two dogs making love in the street. The grandson asked what are those dogs doing. The grandmother thought quickly and replied, “the front dog is sick and the back one is pushing it to the hospital”.

    We had a few rain showers this morning but the sun is out and they are predicting a high in the low 70s.

    Last night the 49ers made the second half of the game interesting, thank you electric power gods. Otherwise, we would have had another blowout and most viewers would have changed the channel. A blowout like a four nil final score in soccer 🙂

    • Kat Says:

      You are right about discovering the sex of rodents. The guy in the pet store was so certain he knew-sure!! I never saw the two hamsters doing anything together. Maybe they chose when I was sleeping out of a rodent sense of modesty.

      Great answer from grandma!

      Low 70’s! Ouch-we are in the mid 30’s right now, and it’s cold. I have yet to go and fill the feeders but that will be next. I have to steel myself for the cold.

      I didn’t watch the whole game last night and the lights out lost me until toward the middle of the 4th quarter.

  2. olof1 Says:

    It’s pouring down here, they say it’s snow but I call it rain 🙂 I just heard the most odd sound, something banged on the roof and I heard it slid down to the plastic roof of my patio. My first thought was that a tile had broken so I went outside in the wind and rain and looked with my somewhat weak flashlight.

    I looked everywhere but it looked like all tiles still were on place and I could find nothing on the ground. I walked inagain but couldn’t let go of this strange sound so I got out again and then I remembered that a part of my old tv-antenna had been wobbling around in the wind for quite some time. The flashlight was to weak so I couldn’t see if the part still was there.

    Then I saw something that looked like a very long flower pin, longer than I am actually (over six feet ). I had been looking for something like parts of a tile so I never noticed that I stepped on the prt of the antenna 🙂 🙂 🙂

    I’ve had hamsters and they are nice but the best rodent pet I’ve ever had was a rat 🙂 I got it from the pet store because he was to big and old to be sold. Rats never bite the hand that feeds them which hamsters loves to do 🙂 He became almost seven years old before he died and his teeth grow in all direction so I had to cut them every now and again the last years of his life 🙂 🙂 🙂

    Have a great day!

    • Kat Says:

      I hear spawns of Satan running across my roof all the time. The first time I heard it I had no idea what it was but ran out in time to see them.

      I hope you’ve replaced the batteries in the flashlight. You could have tripped and cut yourself on that metal.

      Rats! No way would I ever consider a rat a pet. They are disgusting to me. Once I was in a bakery in Boston having coffee and a pastry when a rat walked across the floor. I almost threw up what I had eaten.

      I’m glad to hear yours was so gentle it let you cut its teeth-that is bravery to me!

      • olof1 Says:

        I stay away from the wild ones 🙂 Hamlet, as I called him was the nicest animal I’ve ever met. He was even kinder than big Orvar 🙂 But he did know how to defend himself, my first dog tried to take him and he had removed all skin of her nose within seconds. After that she never came close to him 🙂 🙂 🙂

        I never had to lock his cage, he had a big desk of his own and never left it if someone didn’t pick him up. He became very popular amongst all my friends to my big surprise 🙂

  3. Hedley Says:

    “A horse, A horse my kingdom for a horse” cried the deformed villan Richard III , a man of such naughtiness that he locked his nephews in the Tower of London where they perished and then he met his Maker at the Battle of Bosworth in 1495. The location of the late King was pretty much lost under Henry VIII’s Reformation and it has been a mystery for some 500 years.
    But as strange things go, they dug up the Greyfriars Parking Lot in September of last year and BANG there is the dead RIII.

    “it is the academic conclusion of the University of Leicester that beyond reasonable doubt, the individual exhumed at Greyfriars in September 2012 is indeed Richard III, the last Plantagenet king of England” said Richard Buckley, lead archaeologist of the University of Leicester

    So now what – off to Westminster Abbey ? York or a cool tourist attraction in Leicester

    Meanwhile back in Birmingham just up the road RIII would have thoroughly have enjoyed the great Gareth Bale did this. They will be live on Saturday morning against Newcastle


    • Caryn Says:

      Hedley, R III is going to Leicester Cathedral for a player to be named later. 😉
      There are pics of the skeleton on MSNBC. He had some baaad scoliosis. I’m amazed that he could sit a horse.

      • Kat Says:

        Hi Caryn,
        Wow, is that skeleton curved.

        He’ll be buried not far from the parking lot! There is a documentary called Richard III: The King in the Car Park.

        I ordered from Peapod today-free delivery as you said. They’ll be here tomorrow.

      • Hedley Says:

        Caryn – Nice one, the transfer window actually closed on January 31 so he might have to wait until June !!!! 🙂
        It is such a cool story and now the debate will begin on how naughty versus Revisionism and RIII’s final destination.
        His back was a bit curved.

    • Kat Says:

      My Dear Hedley,
      My paper said there had been no findings as yet, but I’m glad to hear the definitive answer. The paper did say the skeletal remains appeared to have schiliosis which indicated it could be Richard. It also said the Grey Friars had buried him and the church had been destroyed so his remains had been lost. They were found under a parking lot according to the article.

      The field always looks so huge to me when I see a soccer game.

    • Hedley Says:

      sorry 1485 not 1495 (August 22). It was the very last battle of the War of the Roses between Lancaster and York and ushered in the era of the Tudors.

      • Bob Says:

        A very interesting discovery. How did old Richard wind up under a parking lot in the first place? Since his remains have been missing for 500 years who cares today?

      • Kat Says:

        He was buried at a Greyfrier’s church which was torn done by one of the Henry’s and its whereabouts were lost in time. They have been hunting for him for a long while. He was the last of the House of York and the Plantagenets. The battle he lost, at Bosworth Field during the War of the Roses, is sometimes called the last battle of the Middle Ages. He was the last English king to die in battle.

        This is an unbelievable historical find. I read everything I could about it today. The pictures of his skeleton are unbelievable; the curvature of his spine almost defies description. How he could walk and ride is amazing.

  4. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    We had all kinds of rodents as pets. Hamsters, guinea pigs, gerbils, rats.
    Nicodemus the Wandering White Rat was one of my favorites. He would go walk about for days at a time and then show up inside his cage when we least expected him. For years after Nicodemus disappeared for the finale time my female cat would bring home dirty yellow-white rats with grey tails. I think Nicodemus found his niche.
    Bottom the Mouse was another. My mother always referred to him as The Mouse but he was a gerbil. He lived in a 25 gallon aquarium on the dining room floor. Heavy duty mesh was securely attached to the top so the cats couldn’t get at him. The male cats would repeatedly bash their heads against the glass when Bottom stood near it. He would push sand onto his wheel so it wouldn’t go around then he would stand on top of it and chew on the screen. Meanwhile, the female cat would be up there batting away trying to snag him through the mesh. I’m sure that Bottom did these things on purpose to torment the cats and I’m certain that he enjoyed it immensely. He lived to the ripe old age of 6 years.

    Glad to see that the late night mouse runs have abated and hope that it stays that way for some time.

    Enjoy the rest of the day!

    • Kat Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      We just had the hamsters then the regular cats and dogs and a bird once.

      My mother had enough trouble with the hamsters looking like the rodents they are. I can’t imagine her accepting a mouse or a rat. She grew up in the city. Rats were never pets!

      The little buggers are smart for sure!!

      The trap has been reset and is back in the eaves. I’ll check it before I go to bed. It is so easy to trip I usually trip it once or twice as I’m putting it down after putting in the peanut butter.

      I’ll let you know!

      Enjoy your evening!!

  5. Coleen Burnett Says:

    Hi Kat!

    Just a note that I have moved into the new, temporary digs (but with no internet – – must go to the library). Glad you are becoming well again. Apparently I caught a mild cold after the move. This heat followed by cold is for the birds!

    Waving from Jersey – –


    • Kat Says:

      Hi Coleen,
      How long will the temporary digs be?

      No internet makes life a lot more complicated!! How far away is the library?

      Today I did a million things (foolishly I suspect) as I feel good, do a bunch of stuff then feel bd the next day. I’m a slow learner some days!

      Glad you let me know what’s going on!!

      Waving from the cold, cold cape!!

  6. Birgit Says:

    Whoever cut our internet, I am sure it was not a hamster. Now reading and trying to comment via mobile phone, but i still miss your music +photos…

    • Kat Says:

      I was missing you. Sorry you are stuck using the phone. I know that can be an annoying trial. My fingers don’t do well on the small letters.

      I hope all of you is back soon!

  7. lilydark Says:

    I love your post and everything everyone posted. The title of your story is great. I hope I am not a mouse in my next life.
    Waving with tiny hamster paws,

    • katry Says:

      If you are a mouse in my house, I’ll let you free in the woods. I use only a heave-a heart trap!

      I’m glad you enjoyed it ll-thanks so much!!

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