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	<title>Comments on: Pets from Hell</title>
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		<title>By: Gayla</title>
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		<dc:creator>Gayla</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Nov 2006 01:11:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I caved and gave my kids a hamster when they were little.  

I&#039;ve shared my story too.  Almost developed nervous twitches all over again while writing it.

Thanks for bringing up those memories LOL</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I caved and gave my kids a hamster when they were little.  </p>
<p>I&#8217;ve shared my story too.  Almost developed nervous twitches all over again while writing it.</p>
<p>Thanks for bringing up those memories LOL</p>
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		<title>By: Kate</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kate</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Nov 2006 12:53:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>In grade 5 I got to bring the class hamster home for the weekend and it escaped. My parents had to knock out a wall several months later when a terrible smell was coming from behind the plaster.  

To add insult to injury, a week after it happened to us, a For Better or Worse story line started running on the topic and people kept asking if my mother was Lynne Johnson.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In grade 5 I got to bring the class hamster home for the weekend and it escaped. My parents had to knock out a wall several months later when a terrible smell was coming from behind the plaster.  </p>
<p>To add insult to injury, a week after it happened to us, a For Better or Worse story line started running on the topic and people kept asking if my mother was Lynne Johnson.</p>
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		<title>By: Mike</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mike</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Nov 2006 23:02:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>When I was little, we had a cat that tried to eat everybody.  A couple of my uncles who were high school/college age at the time, teased the cat pretty badly over a week when it was a little kitten.  I think that&#039;s what made him so mean.  He had no front claws and all the dogs in the neighborhood literally ran away when the cat came around.  He used to stand on the bookcase above my parents bed and just sit there staring at my dad in the middle of the night.  When my dad would open his eyes, the cat would pounce onto his chest and run away.

For some reason, he liked me though.  Thank goodness.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I was little, we had a cat that tried to eat everybody.  A couple of my uncles who were high school/college age at the time, teased the cat pretty badly over a week when it was a little kitten.  I think that&#8217;s what made him so mean.  He had no front claws and all the dogs in the neighborhood literally ran away when the cat came around.  He used to stand on the bookcase above my parents bed and just sit there staring at my dad in the middle of the night.  When my dad would open his eyes, the cat would pounce onto his chest and run away.</p>
<p>For some reason, he liked me though.  Thank goodness.</p>
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