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| In Memoriam: Scratch the Wunderhampster | |||||||||
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Scratch the Wunderhampster saw me through the toughest times of my thesis. Together we stood united against the tyranny of UVA housing, which saught to separate my comrade and I. His late nite cuteness saw me through many a difficult hour of overdue papers and computer crashes. While in Charlottesville, Scratch saw me through many a drunken late nite forary into a compromised reputation. He stood by me ever loyal, as long as I did not attempt to cuddle him in a fumbly drunken manner. Scratch the Wunderhamspter has always stood up for peace and justice and against the attempted interspecies terrorism presented by Basil, and more recently, by Greta. Scratch has seen me through several botched employment situations, from bus driving to americorpse. Even more notable is that Scratch has stood by me through the horror of the present Bush administration. Scratch has ventured with me to our Northward Expansion into New England. Though the official mascot of this move to Massachusetts is the moose, Scratch has been a source of much comfort while living with the bitchy Anne Rice in Sunderland; while Basil hid under my bed from Evil Incarnate (aka my former housemate) and her feline partner in crime, Basil stood strong and bit the nose of the Evil Feline Pisan on many occasion. Many a blog entry has been already dedicated to Scratch; indeed, his spunky personality has served as the catch all metaphor. Scratch always pokeSure, he brutally ate the eye out of his friend and mother Sniff, but I'm pretty sure he waited till after she was dead. Scratch always poked his little nose out of his cage when I came into the room. Scratch had more personality than any hampster I have ever met. I shall miss him dearly.
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