ADVENTURES OF 2 GUYS, 1 GIRL AND A PET HAMSTER

My name is Josie and I live with 2 boys and my pet hamster, Julius Caesar. The boys are kind and the animal bites.

This blog chronicles my misadventures as I (drunkenly) maneuver through the dark tsetse fly-infested swampy marshes of Singlehood. My journey starts here.

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I’m back for a second post because the blog has been given a go-ahead by the flatmates. This basically entitles me the right to raping their at-home lives for the amusement of the interwebs. Something tells me I should start preparing legal agreements with a royalties waiver, just in case I get famous…or if they decide to evict me. In today’s installment of A2G1G1H (yeah this acronym probably isn’t going to catch on), Julius Caesar the hamster gets a new pack of Power Snack. A noble name for a noble hamster, Caesar is the ripe rodent age of 13 months old. The overpriced critter was purchased together with the Ex, in what I would compare to a social experiment no different to that of Egg-sitting - an exercise that kids in elementary school are made to complete, to equip them with the necessary skills of parenting at aged 9. Because eggs and kids…what’s the difference really. You crack one, you just try your luck at the next one. Caesar nips at strangers due to his poor animal eye sight and inability to distinguish food from fingers. His super skills include scaling the bars of his cage and stuffing up to 15 of his favorite sunflower seeds in his cheeks. A mean feat for an animal that’s half the size of a clenched human fist. Much of his day is spent curled up in his wheel, not running, mostly lying on his fat back, tiny paws akimbo napping in the way a hippie in a hammock would. Unfortunately like 40% of all marriages globally, Caesar doesn’t realize he is currently being trafficked back and forth in a joint custody. But of course in his silly little animal mind, all he needs is loving owners and a happy belly. This is Caesar, say hi if you see him.

I’m back for a second post because the blog has been given a go-ahead by the flatmates.

This basically entitles me the right to raping their at-home lives for the amusement of the interwebs. Something tells me I should start preparing legal agreements with a royalties waiver, just in case I get famous…or if they decide to evict me.

In today’s installment of A2G1G1H (yeah this acronym probably isn’t going to catch on), Julius Caesar the hamster gets a new pack of Power Snack.

A noble name for a noble hamster, Caesar is the ripe rodent age of 13 months old. The overpriced critter was purchased together with the Ex, in what I would compare to a social experiment no different to that of Egg-sitting - an exercise that kids in elementary school are made to complete, to equip them with the necessary skills of parenting at aged 9. Because eggs and kids…what’s the difference really. You crack one, you just try your luck at the next one.

Caesar nips at strangers due to his poor animal eye sight and inability to distinguish food from fingers. His super skills include scaling the bars of his cage and stuffing up to 15 of his favorite sunflower seeds in his cheeks. A mean feat for an animal that’s half the size of a clenched human fist.

Much of his day is spent curled up in his wheel, not running, mostly lying on his fat back, tiny paws akimbo napping in the way a hippie in a hammock would.

Unfortunately like 40% of all marriages globally, Caesar doesn’t realize he is currently being trafficked back and forth in a joint custody. But of course in his silly little animal mind, all he needs is loving owners and a happy belly.

This is Caesar, say hi if you see him.

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