My two redheaded daughters made cards for our hamster, Rapunzel–so named because she’s a Syrian long-hair. She’s so fluffy I’ve had to cut out bedding that got tangled in her hair.
One card said “Happy Easter” with a picture of foods she likes to eat such as carrots, broccoli, clover flowers, yogurt treats, and hamster pellets. Inside my daughter wrote, “I love you, Rapunzel. I hope you enjoy today!”
The card was sticking between the blue metal slats of her cage. I doubt she read it, but I’m glad she didn’t eat it or turn it into nest fodder.
The youngest daughter’s card also had pictures of her favorite foods and her name, slightly misspelled, as well as hearts. It was propped up next to the cage so she could look at it.
But did I, the mother, the one who bought the hamster, get an Easter card? Nooooooo.
Typical. Maybe I need to grow my hair longer and stick colored bits of paper in it.