My Little Man

Bosco is my hamster. I want to have an ode to him on here because hamsters don't live long lives and I want him exposed to people in some way before he dies. Yes, I am indeed morbid. Bosco is not like other hamsters in the sense that he is abnormally social as well as intelligent. He recognizes who I am and follows me around. The funniest thing he has done was a month ago when I passed out on my bed accidently while letting him run around my room. I startled myself awake after about an hour and rolled over onto my other side only to find a giant pair of black button eyes staring into my soul. As usual he had managed to climbe (sp? wow i can't spell that word?? I'm fucked.) up the side of the bed. He only does that when he knows I'm sitting on top watching him run around. This time I guess he was confused that I was so still and not paying attention to him since I usually try to catch him or make sounds. God knows how long he was staring at me with those curious eyes of his. His body all rolled into a ball and sitting comfortably he was. Okay here are some pics of my little man. The first one gives you an idea of the view I had when I woke up. Too bad it's blurry.

P.S- The lighting makes Bosco look orange, but he is brown. BROWN! I know nobody cares about my hamster. Curse you all, he's cute.