[Hamster Tales Part 2]
Thursday, 27 Dec 2007
They sleep through the whole day.
They sleep through the whole evening.
It’s worrying. I wonder crazily if they’ve died of trauma.
My pets have no name yet. They keep hiding in the basement and I can’t see them clearly enough to name them.
I cannot touch them, either, because all the hamster guides say I have to let them settle for three days before interacting with them. But I inadvertently rouse them at 9 pm because I need to change their water and open their wheel for business.
The Goonfather had said not to allow them access to their wheel until they’re toilet-trained because he doesn’t want them to poop in the wheel.
But I think what the heck. They need their wheel or they’re going to stay in bed for the rest of their lives.
For toilet-training, I had given them a little toilet hut and put toilet sand into it, supposedly to make them poop in there.
After one day, there’s no poop in the toilet hut. But there’s poop in the food dish. The Goonfather picks the poop pieces up and throws them into the toilet hut.
I hope they get the idea soon.
I let them get used to my scent by letting my hand linger in the cage for a minute. I try to tempt them with a tiny piece of dried fruit but they’re not interested, so I let them alone.
At 1 am, the Goonfather turns off the bedroom light to go to bed. I’m still at my computer doing stuff.
15 minutes later, I hear a sound coming from the cage. I get up to investigate.
Awwwww. My widdle hamster has discovered the wheel.
I do a quiet celebratory hop and dance, and squeal in excitement soundlessly so as not to wake the Goonfather.
I am choked up with joy and pride even though a hamster running on a wheel is about as unremarkable as kilometre-long Toto queues during Chinese New Year.
But I don’t think my reaction is all that melodramatic. After all, I haven’t seen them move from their bed for 24 hours.
I sit there and watch my cutie get used to the wheel. She start-stops every few seconds as if trying to learn how to manage the wheel. After 10 minutes, she gets tired and retires to the basement.
I go back to my computer.
At about 2 am, I hear another sound and rush to the cage.
Both of them are at the wheel.
I want to scream with happiness. I want to wake the Goonfather so he can witness it but he has to work tomorrow.
I sit there for an entire hour watching them share the wheel. It’s so cute I’m dying from cuteness overload.
I am amazed that I can just sit there and stare at them for over an hour without feeling bored.
Once in a while, one of them will come out of the wheel to sniff around, drink some water or groom herself.
I feel compelled to sit there and not ever go away because I don’t want to miss any single moment of cuteness.
But I finally reluctantly leave them to go to bed because it’s already past three in the morning and I need to sleep.
I guess there is always tomorrow.
Tomorrow: Squabbling Sisters