Shawn was handing me things to put up on the shelves that used to hold the billion hamsters we once had. We’ve moved the two cages the three little ones shared down to the huge head board we have (we have one of those ancient water bed head boards that doubles pretty much as storage/shelves.) That’s when I noticed Wibbles laying on the bottom of the cage right near the tube to go up to the nest and wheel. I knew something was...

They’re from me. Yes, I admit it–alright? I have the high-pitched-pet-owner’s voice. You know, where every time the pet does something cute the owner’s voice raised in octaves until people in the next country are wincing and wondering what the hell is going on. At any rate, ignore the commentary and enjoy the teeensy wheensey chinese dwarf hamster action. That’s not the hamster squeaking. from M. Pence on...

So in between writing my first article for Triond, submitting my second article, an image, and finally falling into a coma for sleep–it occurred to me in that dream like state of peaceful drifting off and drooling into my pillow that it was terribly quiet. There’s no rrrrrrrrrraaaaKA KA KAKAKAKAKAKAKArrrrrrrAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWHIRRRR of a single seed being jostled about by a tiny little body running in a wheel. There were no...