Last year I shared a few Thanksgiving stories from my American childhood. It was so much fun that thought I’d continue that tradition this year.
I had two pet hamsters growing up named Cherry and Pretty.
The vast majority of the time they lived ordinary hamster lives in their cages and ate ordinary hamster diets: water, seeds, pellets, and the occasional nibble of a fresh vegetable.
Thanksgiving was one of the few exceptions to this rule, though.
You see, we spent years of my childhood living thousands of miles away from our relatives. Birthdays and holidays were almost always spent as a nuclear family. I was mostly accustomed to it, although sometimes I missed having everyone around.
As a child I wondered if my hamsters felt the same way. Could they smell the delicious food my parents were making in the kitchen? Did they miss their hamster siblings? Did they want to join us as the dinner table?
There was only one way to find out.
After the human members of the family had eaten our fill, Cherry and Pretty were invited to the table to nibble on the scraps of meat, cooked vegetables, and mashed potatoes left behind on our plates.
They ate so much that their little cheeks couldn’t hold another bite. This was nothing like their typical dinners!
I’m smiling at the thought of this memory as I think of my family today.
Happy Thanksgiving to my U.S. readers.
If you have a pet, I hope you’ll give him or her a treat.
If you don’t have a pet, pick out a treat for yourself instead.