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Given how much our hamsters impact our lives, I thought it would be amusing to share our “first meeting” stories from the hamster’s point of view!
Let’s tell the story of how we met our hamsters as if they were narrating. Bonus points for hamster sass, drama, snacks, and any moment where your hamster clearly wondered, “Who is this giant?”
Before I moved to Oregon, I lived in a tiny studio apartment in a bustling country called Petco. It was the holiday season, and one by one, all my neighbors moved on—until I was the last Syrian left. 
Apparently, my future Mom called the Petco Embassy and learned only one hamster remained. This made her wonder… was I sickly? Not cute enough?
The audacity. I’ve always been a robust 10!
Curiosity won, and she came to see the so-called “last resident standing.”
I was napping when I heard a voice:
“I’m wondering about this one?”
Annoyed, I lifted my head to investigate.
Cue the gasp.
“Oh, my gosh! I love him!” Mom gushed
Mom says the very moment she saw my face, she knew I wasn’t a 'leftover' or 'left behind'—rather, I had been reserved, carefully held back by the hand of destiny just for her. One look at me in my tiny apartment, and suddenly the origin of my country didn’t matter anymore (she'd had reservations about Petco residents). But fate intervened, and she wanted nothing more than to give me a wonderful life.
Soon after, I was scooped into a cardboard box. Now, let’s be clear: if you dare wake a hamster without a ready handful of mealworms and a HUGE side of blueberries, that is deplorable manners. Just sayin’.
But my life has improved - dramatically. Mom jokes with Dad that they practically had to take out a second mortgage on their own home to buy me my Bucastate 3.0 mansion. I now rule and reign over this vast estate.
The only downside? Mom watches my diet like a hawk. I hate hawks - I'd have thought she'd known better!
Alas, I forgive her for her faux pas. After all, she pampers me with gourmet foods- though not nearly often enough. She claims she doesn’t want me getting fat - that is rich, considering she’s the size of a mountain. I can’t even imagine what her wheel looks like!!! Clearly, she needs to use it more frequently and focus on reducing her own snacks. Sorry, Mom! 
Eventually, patience, kindness… and snacks won me over. I avoided her at first, but the other day I ran to the front of the castle’s drawbridge, stood on my hind legs, and put my paws up so she wouldn’t miss me as she passed by. Her eyes started leaking water… all because I signaled I was ready for a blueberry.
She’s a silly human, but I’m going to keep her anyway—after all, it was fate that brought her to me.
Let’s tell the story of how we met our hamsters as if they were narrating. Bonus points for hamster sass, drama, snacks, and any moment where your hamster clearly wondered, “Who is this giant?”
Benjamin’s Adventure: Finding a New Home
Before I moved to Oregon, I lived in a tiny studio apartment in a bustling country called Petco. It was the holiday season, and one by one, all my neighbors moved on—until I was the last Syrian left. Apparently, my future Mom called the Petco Embassy and learned only one hamster remained. This made her wonder… was I sickly? Not cute enough?
The audacity. I’ve always been a robust 10!
Curiosity won, and she came to see the so-called “last resident standing.”
I was napping when I heard a voice:
“I’m wondering about this one?”
Annoyed, I lifted my head to investigate.
Cue the gasp.
“Oh, my gosh! I love him!” Mom gushed
Mom says the very moment she saw my face, she knew I wasn’t a 'leftover' or 'left behind'—rather, I had been reserved, carefully held back by the hand of destiny just for her. One look at me in my tiny apartment, and suddenly the origin of my country didn’t matter anymore (she'd had reservations about Petco residents). But fate intervened, and she wanted nothing more than to give me a wonderful life.
Soon after, I was scooped into a cardboard box. Now, let’s be clear: if you dare wake a hamster without a ready handful of mealworms and a HUGE side of blueberries, that is deplorable manners. Just sayin’.
But my life has improved - dramatically. Mom jokes with Dad that they practically had to take out a second mortgage on their own home to buy me my Bucastate 3.0 mansion. I now rule and reign over this vast estate.
The only downside? Mom watches my diet like a hawk. I hate hawks - I'd have thought she'd known better!
Alas, I forgive her for her faux pas. After all, she pampers me with gourmet foods- though not nearly often enough. She claims she doesn’t want me getting fat - that is rich, considering she’s the size of a mountain. I can’t even imagine what her wheel looks like!!! Clearly, she needs to use it more frequently and focus on reducing her own snacks. Sorry, Mom! Eventually, patience, kindness… and snacks won me over. I avoided her at first, but the other day I ran to the front of the castle’s drawbridge, stood on my hind legs, and put my paws up so she wouldn’t miss me as she passed by. Her eyes started leaking water… all because I signaled I was ready for a blueberry.
She’s a silly human, but I’m going to keep her anyway—after all, it was fate that brought her to me.
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She liked nothing better than to take over the forum and tell her stories from her perspective! She also absolutely loved her dig box 
I also love the story of Charlie—there is nothing quite like that nose-to-nose moment where they choose you.