And the next, you hear of a horrible plot to assassinate you! They will lure you with the freedom of the outside place, only to slam your dreams in a sliding door.
How would you feel?
I... can't look.
Nooooo...
And I am a master of camouflage.
And I can always just hide in the dark. Your cameras are no match for me!
Wait ~ what is this?
Well, nothing I can't outrun...
...
Hiding from the paparazzi, one works up quite an appetite. Is that a pube in the corner?
Ahh, I give up.
Not my proudest moment: Flash photography edition
Modeling her cuddle cup. Maggie was the first to become potty-trained, if you don't count under our bed as a bathroom (Hamhead!).
Displaying proper dining etiquette.
Taking first prize in the Hamster Pouch Stuffing derby.
Encountering a high gravity day.
All packed for adventures.
Our family is smaller without you, Mags.
Besides, only a sophisticated ham would know how to use toilet paper in the first place. A static-sponsored disgrace!
I am NOT Oolong. A horticultural disgrace!
I DRINK your cucumber milkshake!!
I drink it up!!!
Mahter always says I look like a prairie dog. A mistaken-identity disgrace.
