A Series of Fortunate Mistakes: Oscar Not-So Wild(e)

So today's story begins on a dark and stormy ni-- err, morning, actually. I was driving home from Dover, and it was just pouring rain. Twice I nearly had to pull over and wait it out, because it was raining too hard to see anything. Finally I made it about halfway, which is Concord, and pulled into -- you guessed it-- Petco. To wait out the storm, of course! While I was there I figured I MIGHT AS WELL check out their dwarf hamsters, I mean, I had time to kill anyways, right? So one of the workers brought out two little "surprises" for me to look at, about 6 or 7 weeks old. The first one was an itty bitty little white thing, that flipped out when I picked it up and nearly took a 5 foot plunge trying to run out of my hands. Hamster number two was not so pretty, but snuggled up in my hand for a nap, and didn't even freak out when I flipped it over to check the gender (being so young and tiny, neither of us could actually tell, but since my pets always end up being boys, even when they're not supposed to be, I'm guessing boy.) Anyway, Oscar is probably the sweetest hamster I've had yet (and the tamest!), and I'm attempting to train him to be really good at being just scooped up out of his cage. So far, so good. He pretty much lets me do anything I want without too much fuss, even when it means waking him up. He even climbs right onto my hands.

Yesterday, when Amanda's dog Max took off to play at the neighbor's (again) he doomed me. The neighbor's cat had had kittens: three tiger males... and the runt, a feisty little black female. Since I apparently have a thing for off-colored runty kittens (Rizzo being the only blonde out of an all-grey litter), Bailey came home with me, and proceeded to cuss out every single one of our other pets. Considering Rizzo has about 14 lbs on her, she's pretty gutsy. She's also got a mouth on her. She growls, hisses, has the loudest purrs... and yowls non-stop at 6:30 in the morning until I go pick her up. We have to work on this morning business.
Speaking of Rizzo, the neighbors apparently think that "Rizzo did it," as they so elegantly put it. Much as I'd love to have kittens with Rizzo's genes, he ummmm lacks the equipment. Bailey is not Rizzo's progeny.