Blocky
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This is She-Ra Hamster of Power. Almost 18 months old, so she’s getting on a bit, which worries me a little cause I love this little bundle of fur.
Anyway, not the point.
I got up yesterday and found she had been bleeding. I wasn’t sure where from (i.e, from her bum or her vagina), but the vets open surgery thingy-majig didn’t open ’til half five so I couldn’t do much, and by time I’d gotten back from my appointment with my OT it had dried up and she seemed fine. In face she seemed fine when she was bleeding, like it wasn’t actually happening. It was the same when she hurt her eye, she carried on like it hadn’t happened.
I’m not even sure she really notices she only uses one eye until I check it.
Anyway, I decided not to take her to the vets, and then I got home around 11 last from a BBQ in the rain (we’re British, what can I say), she had been bleeding again. When I got up for some water at four, more blood, this morning I got my arse out of bed for nine-ish to take her to the Saturday morning open surgery thingy-majig. The last time I got up that early it was to travel acorss the country.
Not important.
So I take the hamster to the vet, John Downes, a huge man, whose hands are three times the size of my little hamster. He looks at her, we talk, he gives me cream. Which has a sticker with my hamster’s name on it, which cracks me up no end.
That’s not the point of this story.
The point is that apparently, my hamster looks funny.
The vet’s exact word was blocky.
And she walks a bit funny, and while I could attribute the funny walk to constantly jumping/falling off furniture, I’m pretty sure she’s always walked that way. The bit about her looking funny was a surprise though, cause, well, she looks like a hamster. My mum has always said that she looks like a bruiser or a body builder. She’s got strong forelegs, so she just looks a bit buff, I just figured that was normal for a Russian dwarf, I’ve never had one before.
I assume it’s all the climbing she does. Pretty much since I got her, she’s sepnt 50% of her life out of the cage, either in the ball, on the sofa, on my bed, climbing, running, sleeping. A lot of climbing.
Apparentely looking like a little furry white thug isn’t normal. And the fact she only uses one eye doesn’t help, the left one is permentely closed now. Not that she’s borthred about that either.
She’s the most easy going hamster ever, until she can’t come out of her cage. Then she is evil hamster.
Anyway. Blocky. I always suspected my hamster was a bit different. She’s not even botthered by having cream put on her bits. The vet said to distract her so she wouldn’t like it off, and I did that, but she didn’t even consider it.
In fact, what was more distressing about this entire thing is probably once again, being shoved into her ball, into a bag, carried across town and then surrounded by animals that could and would, swallow her whole. Then manhandled by a giant. After being manhandled by me a couple of times too.
I’m surprised she’s still ‘talking’ to me. She certainly hasn’t bitten me. Though I did give her a bit of red pepper, her favourite, so that may have placated her a little.
Listen to me, I’m trying to placate a hamster! I only bought her cause I got the cage from the second hand shop for a fiver. I was gonna get rats.
I’m doomed.
This is She-Ra Hamster of Power. Almost 18 months old, so she’s getting on a bit, which worries me a little cause I love this little bundle of fur.
Anyway, not the point.
I got up yesterday and found she had been bleeding. I wasn’t sure where from (i.e, from her bum or her vagina), but the vets open surgery thingy-majig didn’t open ’til half five so I couldn’t do much, and by time I’d gotten back from my appointment with my OT it had dried up and she seemed fine. In face she seemed fine when she was bleeding, like it wasn’t actually happening. It was the same when she hurt her eye, she carried on like it hadn’t happened.
I’m not even sure she really notices she only uses one eye until I check it.
Anyway, I decided not to take her to the vets, and then I got home around 11 last from a BBQ in the rain (we’re British, what can I say), she had been bleeding again. When I got up for some water at four, more blood, this morning I got my arse out of bed for nine-ish to take her to the Saturday morning open surgery thingy-majig. The last time I got up that early it was to travel acorss the country.
Not important.
So I take the hamster to the vet, John Downes, a huge man, whose hands are three times the size of my little hamster. He looks at her, we talk, he gives me cream. Which has a sticker with my hamster’s name on it, which cracks me up no end.
That’s not the point of this story.
The point is that apparently, my hamster looks funny.
The vet’s exact word was blocky.
And she walks a bit funny, and while I could attribute the funny walk to constantly jumping/falling off furniture, I’m pretty sure she’s always walked that way. The bit about her looking funny was a surprise though, cause, well, she looks like a hamster. My mum has always said that she looks like a bruiser or a body builder. She’s got strong forelegs, so she just looks a bit buff, I just figured that was normal for a Russian dwarf, I’ve never had one before.
I assume it’s all the climbing she does. Pretty much since I got her, she’s sepnt 50% of her life out of the cage, either in the ball, on the sofa, on my bed, climbing, running, sleeping. A lot of climbing.
Apparentely looking like a little furry white thug isn’t normal. And the fact she only uses one eye doesn’t help, the left one is permentely closed now. Not that she’s borthred about that either.
She’s the most easy going hamster ever, until she can’t come out of her cage. Then she is evil hamster.
Anyway. Blocky. I always suspected my hamster was a bit different. She’s not even botthered by having cream put on her bits. The vet said to distract her so she wouldn’t like it off, and I did that, but she didn’t even consider it.
In fact, what was more distressing about this entire thing is probably once again, being shoved into her ball, into a bag, carried across town and then surrounded by animals that could and would, swallow her whole. Then manhandled by a giant. After being manhandled by me a couple of times too.
I’m surprised she’s still ‘talking’ to me. She certainly hasn’t bitten me. Though I did give her a bit of red pepper, her favourite, so that may have placated her a little.
Listen to me, I’m trying to placate a hamster! I only bought her cause I got the cage from the second hand shop for a fiver. I was gonna get rats.
I’m doomed.