Update Number Two

So Ratchet, the brown guy, has won himself over by virtue of a generally good disposition and two escapes. He is totally my hamster now. However, some doubt remains as to whether I'll really be keeping him. I'm really bonding with Tommy, the mommy hamster, and Evan's really in love with Creamy, the girl creamy baby he fought to keep. I also feel kind of bad for her, because those Crittertrail cages aren't really as big as they first appear, you know? But in any case, I'd be totally fine either way. But now onto the story of Ratchet's two escapes.

1. He was fighting with his creamy cagemate, Pinky, and so they needed to be separated. Pinky does most of the running, so I left him in the cage with the wheel and put Ratchet in a box. Love and I were headed to her place overnight, so we decided it would be best if the cage was off the ground, lest the housecat get into the room and into the box. So we balanced the box on top of the telly. Well, it fell. I got in that morning and it was spread out all over the bed with no Ratchet in sight. But he was easy to find. He must have just stayed where he fell, between the bed and the red chest on its side by the wall.
   
2. I had him out in the ball and he was having, well, a ball. I was talking to Love on the phone and noticed that he had stopped bashing into my chair. There was the ball, open by the door. He proved himself again. I got down on all fours and whispered "Ratchet!" and he popped his head out from under my bookshelf.

Now Pinky's in the box. He's been much more earnest in his escape attempts. He chewed through two layers of the cardboard in the corner, and he's discovered how to climb the side of the box. I'm a little concerned, as he's on his own tonight. Hmmm. We shall see. It hasn't happened yet, but the cardboard was looking a little thin and I was too stressed about my essay to do anything about it. Anywhooo, that's the update. Peace.