Last summer we got the kids a hamster, I have mentioned it somewhere on this blog before but have no idea how to link back. At the pet shop the other day the owner told us that they really only live for around 2 years, this has really made the boys think about death, not in the zombie coming to eat your brain way, but in a rel life way, they realised they really really love Hammy and want to make the next 6-12 months very enjoyable for all involved. This means he gets played with a lot more and they are putting the fat rodent in his hamster ball to run around. They have started to watch his diet to make sure he gets enough pellets and greens to help prolong his life. I thought I’d do the right thing and buy him a bigger cage with 2 levels and tunnels to keep him active. This cage is fantastic, heck if I was a hamster I’d love it there’s a salt lick wood to gnaw on a wheel, not that he ever used the old one, and tunnels to squeeze his fat little body through. I thought this cage would be so great I got rid of the other one on Freecycle straight away.
Some how he keeps getting out of the top level and wondering around the house. Last night we were laying in bed and Riley said he thought he saw Hammy, we didn’t really listen because we were upstairs and likened that to climbing Everest for the hamster. How wrong were we He was in our room. Rye caught him and put him in his cage. This morning he was gone. I know he’s around because he has nibbled on a bag full of clothes for the Charity shop.
The rest of our lives have been a bit blah this week. Us bigger people have chest infections and Will is Borderline croup at the moment so any learning other that reading has taken a back seat.