Letter 10: Someone I don’t talk to as much as I’d like to
Dear Taco C.C. Bear,
This letter is supposed to be to someone I don’t talk to as much as I’d like to. I don’t really know if you count, given that you’re a hamster and can’t actually talk, but I sure wish you could.
First of all, what’s with you chewing on those metal bars all the time? There are lots of other (more appetizing) things for you to chew on, you know. I tried to give you food today and all you did was bury it and then climb back onto those bars and start chomping away. You were getting pretty rough with that cage, and your hind legs were all over the place. It was kind of obscene.
Also, could you quit sleeping with half your body in your wheel like that? Whenever I come home from class I get all worried that you’re dead or something. Thankfully you do this cute little twitching thing when you sleep, so it’s pretty easy to make sure you’re still alive.
Anyway, you’re a whacko, but I’m glad Morgan has been keeping you in the living room. Those all-nighters would be so lonely without your relentless chewing in the background.
Love,
Lauren
