Note from "Girl":
Our little Cammi passed away on March 21, 1998, after a brief
illness. We will leave this page up as a memorial to her.
Hoo! Hello. My name is Cammi and I'm a hamster in the Carroll household. I've been here since March 1996 (they didn't bother to figure out my birthday). I call the people in the family I live with Food Lady (the mother who feeds me, cleans my cage, and is the only one who's nice to me), Glove (the mean father who calls me "hamster", "rodent", or even worse, "mouse"!), Girl (the daughter who's at college so thankfully she's not around to torment me), and Boy (the son who teases me all the time). As you can see, my family annoys me very much. Miraculously, I have gotten some online space (thanks to Girl) so I can make a homepage and let the world know how I'm living so maybe they can help me.
Take a look at the conditions I'm living in:
This is certainly not fit for a creature of my
illustriousness. Sitting in my food dish! And look at what I have
to go through just to get a drink:
Can you believe it? I practically break my back! Look at the way I'm forced to sleep:
As you can
see, I look very disgusted because I'm cramped into my tiny
skyhouse. I also look aggravated because this family is probably
annoying me by tapping on my cage or something. They always annoy
me when I'm sleeping (especially Boy). Then, when I'm up and want
to play, they go to sleep! Also, it's a wonder they ever feed me,
but when they do, I enjoy it a lot:
This family never lets me out of my cage. Well, recently they've actually started picking me up and putting me on the bed, but that's not good enough! I want to run free! I've heard of hamsters who get lost for two days! I'd love to do that. I have a lot of friends outside like the deer, squirrels, turkeys, pheasants, and other weird creatures that roam around my family's property. I also have other friends (that my family has never seen me talk to) like the boxer next door, and other dogs that walk down the street.
Sometimes, though, my family does let me run around in my dumb
ball:
I hate that, though. I don't get to do anything I want. As you can see, they also do not take good pictures of me.
I am the fourth hamster this family has owned. First there was Molli in 1991. She was the "guinea pig" hamster because this family didn't know how to take care of hamsters (they obviously haven't learned). But she was kind of scraggly anyway (not like me). Then there was the famous Buffi, Queen of Sobufia. After her came the famous Minni, who was not only a successful actress, but also did just about everything else in her short lifetime before coming to this family. Now there's me. I knew I was in trouble as soon as I saw them walk into the pet store. I'd heard about them. I tried to hide in the house in my pet store cage. The mean pet store lady dumped me and my hamster friend out of our hiding place. Then our hissing hamster friend, who we shared a cage with, started going nuts and attacking us. This family felt bad when they saw I was hurt. They thought I was the cutest one there (just my luck). So they bought me.
I want to put more links on this page, but since I never get out, I never get to surf the Internet. Therefore, for now please visit the alt.pets.hamsters newsgroup and read about my friends (this family is too lazy to post anything). Also, be sure to check out the Hamster Page.
Also, even though Girl doesn't like Webrings very much, I've really faked her out and joined a bunch myself. You can continue through the rings here.
Now you can also e-mail me at cammi@jibboo.com
2/16/97 by Cammi Carroll
(Thanks to Girl for typing it in for me)