Good Night.
Feb 27, 2008 Pets & Animals
Three years ago, January 2005 we came home with two hamsters we thought were little boys. Admittedly, we did the incorrect thing by trusting whomever worked at the shop to look at the hamster and sex them.
When we brought them home, we realized what we had were a girl and a boy. We separated them and hoped for the best. We named the female Mrs. Edwina Buttons and the male, Gnaws.
Some people would say ‘unfortunately,’ I think, ‘fortunately’, the female hamster was pregnant and she gave birth to five healthy pups. After the birth of her five pups, we started calling Mrs. Buttons, Momma.
She had three girls and two boys. We did attempt at first to contact people we thought might be interested in hamsters, but Shawn and I knew that there were so many out there that we’d not be able to give them away. So after one month, off we went to the pet store to purchase five more cages. Siberian hamsters are too territorial to live together, so we had to separate them as soon as they were old enough.
We named the five babies: Darth Diggius, Baby Screamer, Captain Pudgysticks, Senator Squeakatine and baby One-Ear.
They chewed on everything voraciously, ran in their wheels at three in the morning when we tried to sleep–and squeaked to one another often. They were terribly cute and filled our lives with laughter.
Last night, after three years of age (incredibly old for a hamster,) Baby One-Ear, the last of the five babies, passed away. We buried him in a little box and put him with his four other brothers and sisters.
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Thus ends the story of seven hamsters and two fat people. Good night, Baby One-Ear.
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