Hamster magic
I never used to be as enthusiastic about having a hamster as my two (older) brothers did. Maybe it's because the experience was made somewhat drab by my brothers calling them all fucking "Hammy".

Anyway, I was bored one afternoon and instead of watching the little fella sleep I thought I'd wake it up and let it entertain me. I got bored. I put my fingers through the bars. The cute fucker bit me. Hard.

I remembered my mum distincly warning me not to do that, so I wandered casually to the sink before slamming on the cold tap and calling myself a stupid bastard, except in the vocabulary of my then 6 year old brain.

Also around that age was another incident, but this time not provoked. Whilst walking the (rather large) dog through the woods, dad threw a stick for him to fetch. Being 6, I was oblivious to everything going on around me and thought our dog was clever enough to swerve through the tiny gap between me and my dad. This wasn't the case. The dog came running right into my legs, knocking me flat on my back. It didn't hurt, though, for some strange reason, perhaps because I was taken completely by surprise.

I also got my first and only (so far) bee sting when he flew in front of my face whilst I was watching TV. I bashed him with my hand and he never came back. Turns out he was lying on his back on the Program + button on the remote control, when I reached to change the channel he got his sweet revenge. Little yellow buzzing bastard.

And!

Much older now, I must have been about 14, maybe 15, we all (me + family) went to a relative's house for the day and took the (different to previous) dog. This dog was a bouncy little so and so. More hyperactive than a kid, in a sweet shop, with a winning lotery ticket.

Anyway, as I was deprived of the cuddly pleasures of the cat as a young 'un, spending some quality time with one was rather nice. I was outside with this cat on my arm, when all of a sudden our dog comes jumping out of the bush with his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. The cat jumped a mile, leaving lovely deep scratches all up my arm in four paw places. Looked like I'd had a fight with a chainsaw.
(Fuzzy, Fri 3 Jun 2005, 1:29, Reply)