One fine day, there was a lot of furr.

*warning !!!!!! Ultra super duper lots of furry CUTE-NESS coming your way. For the frail and weak, please do not proceed. For the droolers, please prepare a napkin. For the potential leg wobbler, please grab a chair. For the heart melters, please consult your cardiologist*


So. . . . . . . . . I hated the idea of coming home to a lifeless room. You know how you had a whole day at work, and you're kinda yearning for someone or something to come home to (bed doesn't count). And when you open your room door and switch on the light, you see . . . . . . . . . . . . nothing. 

Four walls, some furniture, some food. That's it. Pitch silence. No sound of life except for the buzzing heater and the air vent. (dead chicken in freezer don't count either).

Life is so sad. 

And then, after a brilliant decision, every time I open my door and switch on the light right now, there is this faint background noise, scuttling noises, chewing noises, and the wild spinning sound of a cranky wheel spinning. 

Let me show you my babies. 

Initially I wanted to name them Huffie, Puffie, Snuffie and Muffie. But Zven keeps telling everyone that they are Marla, Caesar, Furr and Ferr. (if you're a non medical student go google pityriasis vesicolor)


So now everyone called them Marla Caesar Furr and Ferr. 


I adopted them from a pet shop. Poor lil babies, barely 4 weeks old, and their big boss mommies thought they weren't well bred enough to be sold to the public and kept them at the store room with other poor not-so-pure-breed animals. Fortunate for them, mommy aka mua found them and they are so ADORABLE. I wanted to pick two out of five brother and sisters for myself. But this soft-hearted zven can't stand their cute-ness and adopted two for himself too. Lolz. 


So I picked four lil babies. Leaving their one sibling behind to accompany their mom. (the one sibling was brown instead of grey, and kept wanting to bite us, part of the reason why it didn't get pick).

I bought them a nice pink cage, zven later on bought a nice transparent cage, throw in some bedding, add a wheel, and threw in a paper cup for them to cuddle and sleep in. We later on separated the males from the females after much help from google. (We stared at their pat pat for minutes to figure out which one is of which gender).


So let me show you my girls. They are called Furr and Ferr. Honestly, they both look the same to me. So the two names who sound almost alike works for when I call them . And they respond to their name very well too. And also "hamham" cos I call them "hamham" more than "furr/furry".

They know when I come home from work, and they run to the cage door, because I normally give them food then. Kinda like Pavlov's dogs, they also undergo positive reinforcement and some conditioning. Haha. At least they now don't bite me. So I always pick them up to play.


Now I am not very sure if they are Campbell hamsters or Winter Whites. I guess come winter we'll know for sure. 


Ham-hammies wave byebye!!

Now I is a happy girl everyday of the week.