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why Tam shouldn't - oh, never mind
May. 5th, 2011 04:20 pmso...
there has been a bit of busyness at my house recently.
( BEWARE!!! of the evil that follows on tiny pink feet! )
there has been a bit of busyness at my house recently.
( BEWARE!!! of the evil that follows on tiny pink feet! )
Things are rolling pretty fast around here and I'm trying to keep up. I missed our moment of zen though. Here, have a moment of stalking instead.
someone has still not gotten over the arrival of the cross dressing ham. someone is insisting on keeping an eye on said tricky, little, cross-dressing ham. someone has apparently developed an unhealthy obsession.
someone has still not gotten over the arrival of the cross dressing ham. someone is insisting on keeping an eye on said tricky, little, cross-dressing ham. someone has apparently developed an unhealthy obsession.
this is why Tam shouldn't... oh never mind
Apr. 9th, 2010 12:02 amIt all started just before I was going to Texas. I needed to buy a little bird feeder so I could be sure Booth could get water if she decided to ignore her water bottle. As is my - stupid - wont I wandered over to look at the baby hamsters since I was at the pet store anyway. All the hams were in their usual dog pile in one corner... except for one tiiiiiiny black bear all huddled up in the far corner.
'Aw, lonely black bear' I thought, scooping it up. After a brief attempt at jumping to freedom the little thing settled right in, all big ears and big eyes... and big sides.
Now it's hard to tell with hamsters but this one sure looked pregnant and I thought 'crap, she's way too young and way too small to be pregnant. That's life threatening kind of stuff. And they've got her in the cage with the other hams too so we're talking high stress and if she manages to have babies, and she doesn't eat them, the others will'.
So I brought her up to the front and pointed it out to the woman - and offered to buy her. The woman flipped the little ham over on her back to get a good look at her and mentioned that the nipples hadn't popped yet so she had a couple more days until she gave birth. I got a travel cage to go - since I was on my way to work - and off we all went. Cute ham, sweet ham, very attentive and intelligent ham. Got awwwed over a lot at work. I brought her home and introduced her to the other hams and Ralf ATTACKED!!! her! Luckily I've got fast hands - and hams - and so no harm was done but I found it kind of odd that my sweet, dense, laid back dude was aggressive. Still, I settled her into a new house and she made it a point that, no matter the hour or day, if I walked into the room, she'd be by the door to greet me. Her cage door, not my bedroom door.
Well, long story short, a few days later I suspected the ham wasn't pregnant after all, which was an obvious relief, and about two days before I left I realized why - and why pregnancy was NEVER going to happen to this one. That's right, new years eve had apparently arrived and the ball (balls) had suddenly dropped.
Yep, that's right. Needless to say - 'Bonnie' needed a name change. I wanted to go with Robin the Boy Wonder - but he wouldn't answer to it. Bert however, he did answer to and so now I have a tiny Prince Albert in a Can (which is a monumentally ancient gag I would be surprised if anyone knew). So there I am - three black bears, two of them boys when I'd sworn I wouldn't get boy hamsters. Albert is being super attentive and sweet however and Booth absolutely adores him - even if he does try to hump her face because he's still working out how that thing goes...
ps - he not only cross dresses, he also thinks he's a bat-ham
'Aw, lonely black bear' I thought, scooping it up. After a brief attempt at jumping to freedom the little thing settled right in, all big ears and big eyes... and big sides.
Now it's hard to tell with hamsters but this one sure looked pregnant and I thought 'crap, she's way too young and way too small to be pregnant. That's life threatening kind of stuff. And they've got her in the cage with the other hams too so we're talking high stress and if she manages to have babies, and she doesn't eat them, the others will'.
So I brought her up to the front and pointed it out to the woman - and offered to buy her. The woman flipped the little ham over on her back to get a good look at her and mentioned that the nipples hadn't popped yet so she had a couple more days until she gave birth. I got a travel cage to go - since I was on my way to work - and off we all went. Cute ham, sweet ham, very attentive and intelligent ham. Got awwwed over a lot at work. I brought her home and introduced her to the other hams and Ralf ATTACKED!!! her! Luckily I've got fast hands - and hams - and so no harm was done but I found it kind of odd that my sweet, dense, laid back dude was aggressive. Still, I settled her into a new house and she made it a point that, no matter the hour or day, if I walked into the room, she'd be by the door to greet me. Her cage door, not my bedroom door.
Well, long story short, a few days later I suspected the ham wasn't pregnant after all, which was an obvious relief, and about two days before I left I realized why - and why pregnancy was NEVER going to happen to this one. That's right, new years eve had apparently arrived and the ball (balls) had suddenly dropped.
Yep, that's right. Needless to say - 'Bonnie' needed a name change. I wanted to go with Robin the Boy Wonder - but he wouldn't answer to it. Bert however, he did answer to and so now I have a tiny Prince Albert in a Can (which is a monumentally ancient gag I would be surprised if anyone knew). So there I am - three black bears, two of them boys when I'd sworn I wouldn't get boy hamsters. Albert is being super attentive and sweet however and Booth absolutely adores him - even if he does try to hump her face because he's still working out how that thing goes...
ps - he not only cross dresses, he also thinks he's a bat-ham
