Dropping everything I turned to spot the hammy running under the table. Ugh! I thought I told Gerard to lock the cage when he is done playing with it. The poor thing is going to get eaten. Sighing I dropped to my knees and grabed the ball out cute and fluff.
"What are you doing out of your cage, babe?" I smiled at the hammy. "My kitty will get and we don't want that. Daddy will get made and hurt me."
The furry thing sniffed my hand and tickled it with his whiskers. He had blackish brown fur and his nose was a baby pink. Laughing quitely I snuck into Gee's room. Making sure I didn't step on anything (which was mostly impossable to do for the mess), I placed the hammy in the pink cage that he got for christmas.
Looking to the lump in the bed I smiled to myself. It was only ten and the dork was already asleep. From where I stood I could see his angelic face peeping from under the thin blanket. Silently I exited the room and gently closed the door.
"Frank? What are you doing?" Mikey asked