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I got a fascination for birds so I took to feedin' them by hanging feeders in the back yard. Now, a ton of them little kittens (my word for the birds) are swarming. I have a pet store down the road and they sell a 15 lb. bag of seed for five bucks. That's a good deal. For the hummerkittens, I make their food on my stove: .25 sugar per 1.00 water. That is a better deal.
It took a while for the seed feeder to get noticed by the birds. I had a suet feeder there before, but I never saw a single bird despite the suet cakes disappearing - somebody was eating it. My little wife said, "it's prolly a rat." I said no way. The thing would have to be a frikkin' acrobat to get to this feeder. After several cakes disappeared, and nary a kitten spied eating, I retired the cake feeder and got the seed feeder. Then the kittens came flyin'.
I ducked out to fetch a cold beer from the cooler that was out back one night and there's a-rustlin' going on at the seed feeder. There was a kitten getting a late night snack. By kitten, I mean Siberian Hamster. By Siberian Hamster, I mean RAT. As foul as a real live vector hanging from your seed feeder in yr backyard might sound, I had technically been feeding this guy for weeks. He looked, well, great. Clean, fuzzy and with a shiny, healthy coat, he was a poster rat for his species. I told my wife about the encounter and she said, "ha. I was right." Then I asked if she wanted to see it. She said no fucking way. Then I insisted and she came out to see him. She agreed that he was indeed a good-looking Siberian Hamster if there ever was one.



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