One snowy Christmas Eve long, long ago when the O’Hara’s
lived in Middletown Ohio
The floor was covered in toys and wrapping paper and we were
enjoying the hamster’s antics. So were the dogs. They were eying the hamster as
he was looking mighty tasty.
After a couple hours the kids were worn out and I was too.
Linny was off work that night. She was a nurse at Children’s Hospital in Dayton and somehow she
got to spend this night at home. The kids and I hustled upstairs to bed and
Linny stayed up for some quiet time to herself.
The hamster was still rolling about, so Linny tried to reach
in the ball and grab him to go into his cage. However the hamster wanted his
freedom and jumped out of her hand. She cornered him under the couch and made a
move to grab him. Instead, he grabbed her by digging his sharp front teeth
right into her finger and not letting go.
Linny couldn’t get the wee beastie to let go and it hurt,
so she did the first thing she could think of and that was to open the front
door and fling the little critter off of her finger out onto the snow covered
front porch.
She then closed the door, washed her finger and bandaged it.
Feeling a little guilty she opened to front door to see if the hamster was
still there, but guess what she saw?
There in the snow were tiny little hamster foot prints on the front walk
that abruptly stopped and turned into tiny little kitty footprints.
She saw the cat turn and look at her as if to say, "Thank you lady. Christmas dinner was delicious."
She saw the cat turn and look at her as if to say, "Thank you lady. Christmas dinner was delicious."
