Hello again. A lot has happened since we last conversed. And maybe I'm moping a little, because I, Furball the Hamster, was supposed to be the main event this summer. (At least that's what it says in my contract.) But the people-types around here have brought in a host of other animals for the Summer Reading Program. (By the way, it's not too late to sign-up and log your books by August 31!)
Speaking of FUR, last night was the Furry Friends Overnight at the library. Furry creatures of all types were allowed to stay after closing and wreck havoc in the library. Some might call it cute, but I call it crazy. Have you ever had to deal with a monkey in your food bowl? My correspondent caught this bear red-handed in the brand-new music section. And then the stuffies acted all innocent-like and cutie-pie-like piled into bed.
"Oh," you say, "That's not so bad - once I had to share a dinner plate with my brother." Well, I'm not finished yet. Did I tell you about the "Birds of Prey" they invited into the library with open wings? Did they consider the main food source for birds of prey is rodent-like? Once again, my correspondent collected photographic evidence.
On to another topic because I'm beginning to break out in hives at the thought of those sharp talons lifting poor little old me into the air for lunch.
I'm going to end with a lighter topic and some horsing-around. Deb Murphy brought her oh-so-(of couse)-cute miniature horses to hear young people read. This was a step-up from predators like owls and hawks, but they certainly did make for a quiet afternoon around my cage, since all of the kids wanted to see the cute horses and not yours truly.
Yours Faithfully (& Hopefully that I will soon resume my high-ranking, status),
Sir Furball (as told to Elaine B.)