So things are a little hamster-centric around here lately.
Deal with it.
Ha ha kidding. But seriously... I do have a tinge of hamstermania at the moment. Getting to know my new hamster Angelina has been a trip, and has brought back memories.
When I was a kid I wanted nothing. more. than. a. HAMSTER! It was all I dreamed about.
And then, one birthday, I got one.
Here is a pic of me, all pretty in pink for my b-day shenanigans. I remember being extra excited that day as I was allowed to put on some blush for the first time ever. Yeah it was a little on the Baby Jane side. That's ok. I rocked it.
And so what! I had A HAMSTER!!
A sweet, soft, adorable hamster all my own. I would love it, and it would love me, and we would have lovely tea parties and it would travel around in my pocket and I would just snuggle it and cuddle it and pet it's fluffy little furs forever and ever.
Oh, it was all going to be glorious.
But alas, this hamster fairytale was not to be.
From what I recall, this man-eating hamster tried to devour a chunk out of my finger pretty much the very first time I touched it, savagely ripping into my flesh with it's razor-sharp hamster fangs and drawing blood. I cried and cried.
And thus my prior opinion of hamsters can be summed up in this classic little ditty here.
I never had a hamster again.
As you guys know I was recently persuaded to adopt a very cute and wee little dwarf hamster, and have been getting to know her. Though I do still feel a little bit of (skin-crawling, paralyzing) fear when she gets near my (soft, bite-able) fingers, things have been going ok so far.
And in our most recent chapter of this new hamster journey, may I present to you... Angelina's new bachelorette pad.
And what a pad it is... everything a lil hamster could want in a pimped out hammie house, and it's all hers.
The elevated wheel not only spins, but spins around a track so that she can get that much-needed exercise. Did you know that hamsters run up to 5 miles per day? True.
(she also got a new exercise ball)
It's also got a groovy spiral slide. And a nice upstairs 'dining room' that I can easily access to hand feed/spoil her with treats and snacks. And seeds. And stuff.
Whilst hoping that she does not viciously sink her killer teeth into my fingers.
Ok now this is where hamsters have always gotten me- the facial expressions.
Here, she was tearing up some soft new bedding to go inside of her little purple sleepy-den. Nothin is cuter than a hamster with it's cheeks stuffed full, d'aww.
Also, note that ridiculously cute teeny broom. No, she does not use it for cleaning her cage (as if!) And no, she is not an itty bitty witch and does not use it for transportation (ok, Ken? :P) It's for chewin'. And/or chawin'.
Hope that you enjoy your new house, Angelina!
All photographs copyright Heather Shade