At 2:00 a.m., a rhythmic clack-clack echoed from the living room. I flipped on the light to find my hamster “Juan-Juan” center-stage on his wheel, a tiny spotlight (a night-light) catching every fluffy hair. Behind him, building blocks spelled “Hamster Idol 101.”
Post caption:
“2 a.m. gym—empty except for me! Wheel = stage, sunflower seeds = manager. Debut next month, tickets sold out, please vote! #HamsterTrainee”
Photo: tiny paws forming a heart.
Pudding Hamster commented: “Stage too small, upgrade to 30 cm.”
Syrian Hamster added: “Who’s the lighting guy? My fur’s soaked.”
I swapped the wheel for a silent model—trainee dreams must not wake the neighbors.