little dove-grey mouse ham
Meet... somebody! I don't know who he is, just yet. I picked him up at a pet shop today, after poking around in the Vat O' Hams. I told the woman helping me that I was interested in two things: male (no surprise babies, thanks) and calm; I wasn't fussed much about color. After some investigation of various candidates, this little guy let me hold him in my cupped hands.
"So, pal. What do you say? Wanna live with me, eat the snow peas from my moo goo gai pan?" It's about there that I realized I was a goner and this was The Hamster. There was nothing I could do but take him home -- where I've had a fresh bag of All The New Things waiting for weeks.
He's an interesting color: sort of a dove-grey on top, and almost a cream shade underneath. I'm not sure what this is called, though I assume it's called something. You can see the cream bits around his eyes and snoot. Speaking of - he has two eyes! This is new for me. And he's tiny tiny tiny: two months old. Jack was an absolute behemoth by comparison. I'm kicking around a couple of names, to see what sticks, but so far I've been referring to him as 'the mouse' because that's what he looks like - a wee grey mouse.
I'll give him a few days to relax and get accustomed to his new digs before we get acquainted, and once we do I'm sure I'll figure out what his name is.
Funny sidenote: a few nights ago I had a weird scary-sad dream about a cream-colored hamster that had been forgotten, or ignored, and somehow it was my fault. The first pet shop I went to (I found Little Mouse Ham at the second) had a hamster that looked just like the one in my dream... it approached me calmly, sniffed my fingers, considered a moment, then gave me one hell of a bite. "How dare you even dream of that!" I done been told. But it's okay, as I told the woman who stared alarmed while my hand went all Old Faithful; I have to stab my fingers to test my blood on a regular basis. Though, normally, I use a needle and not a hamster.
"So, pal. What do you say? Wanna live with me, eat the snow peas from my moo goo gai pan?" It's about there that I realized I was a goner and this was The Hamster. There was nothing I could do but take him home -- where I've had a fresh bag of All The New Things waiting for weeks.
He's an interesting color: sort of a dove-grey on top, and almost a cream shade underneath. I'm not sure what this is called, though I assume it's called something. You can see the cream bits around his eyes and snoot. Speaking of - he has two eyes! This is new for me. And he's tiny tiny tiny: two months old. Jack was an absolute behemoth by comparison. I'm kicking around a couple of names, to see what sticks, but so far I've been referring to him as 'the mouse' because that's what he looks like - a wee grey mouse.
I'll give him a few days to relax and get accustomed to his new digs before we get acquainted, and once we do I'm sure I'll figure out what his name is.
Funny sidenote: a few nights ago I had a weird scary-sad dream about a cream-colored hamster that had been forgotten, or ignored, and somehow it was my fault. The first pet shop I went to (I found Little Mouse Ham at the second) had a hamster that looked just like the one in my dream... it approached me calmly, sniffed my fingers, considered a moment, then gave me one hell of a bite. "How dare you even dream of that!" I done been told. But it's okay, as I told the woman who stared alarmed while my hand went all Old Faithful; I have to stab my fingers to test my blood on a regular basis. Though, normally, I use a needle and not a hamster.