Yesterday I mentioned my love of black cats. Today I thought I’d show you this old picture of one of our poor departed hamsters whose name I can’t even remember. (It was a while ago.) When we had this hamster, we also had black goldfish. All our pets were black. It was very goth.
My favorite hamster was “Cow.” Cow was a black and white spotted hamster who did indeed look like a little Holstein, and my daughter named him when she was in kindergarten. I actually hate having hamsters. I try to take good care of them, but they die, as such things do, and I wind up with a terrible sick guilty feeling that it’s all my fault. Every time. Fortunately, my daughter seems to have got the wanting of them out of her system.