Saturday, August 22, 2009

Not every day is a thrill ride roller coaster of emotions...

Nothing to report today. Kricket and I were on separate sleeping schedules today and never interacted, other than a quick check on her water and food.

In all honesty, hamster owning is not always a thrill ride. In fact, you may end up with days like I had today where you don't even see your hamster much, other than the occasional squeak and digging and chewing sounds. They're nocturnal, so you kind of have to sync your "awake" schedule together and figure out when both of you will actually alert and approachable.

I'm a firm believer in not waking hamsters up. Since I love hamsters and when I talk about them, I get a lot of "oh, hamsters are MEAN" or "my room mate had a hamster and it was EVIL" responses. The truth is, if you mess with a hamster you're gonna get bit. FACE IT. It's the only defense the little scrappy cutsey furball has against retarded people who bother them. I've only gotten bit maybe... four times? Ever? In what, 6 years of being a hamster owner? I'm actually pretty convinced that hamsters are never evil and that all of them can be hand tamed, as long as you have the patience.

Some tips:
  • Start hand-taming when you FIRST get them. That means staying calm and relaxed and letting them sniff you and get to used to you first, then making little steps toward picking them up. Eventually let them walk all over your hand (that means you're gonna spend time with your hand in the cage) and then start picking them up slowly. But stay calm! I swear, don't be all stiff and fearful and expect them to be relaxed. It'll be okay. It really will be okay. It will be okay.
  • Never wake up a hamster and expect them to thank you for it. Hamsters get up to do little errands during the day but they don't always want your attention when they're out and about. For example, Simon was my long-haired syrian sweetie boy who only bit me once... that ONE time I saw him awake during the day and thought "Everyone else just picks up their hamsters, I'm gonna do it." So I stuck my hand in there and tried to get him and BAM, youch! That was the one and only time he ever bit me, and I deserved it, so yea. Don't touch your hamster during the day.
  • If you're not sure whether they're awake and alert (even at night, when they're supposed to be) take a look at the ears. My sister likes to call them "teacup saucer ears" because when Kricket's really alert and ready to socialize, her ears are big and round. Completely open and not even slightly folded. So that's how I know she's in a good mood (that and she's standing on her hind legs and trying to get out of her cage and trying to interrogate me with her nose from two feet away).
So that's my two cents on that. (although as far as two cents on hamster care I have about a bucket full of loose change to spread around)

Friday, August 21, 2009

Everyone wants to read about my hamster

So the dealio with this blog is that I’m going to write about my hamster-related business (not really business, just my personal “business” that is hamster-related) in hopes that new and experienced hamster owners alike can read about a fellow hamster owner’s experience with her hamster. Each entry will start off with what I did that day and then the second part will be little tidbits (hambits? No, that sounds gross, like droppings or something) of information on my hamster, hamster experiences, hamster stories, etc. Today’s tidbit is that I’ve started a hamster blog. Ta-da!

I used to run a hamster care website called, which will eventually be put up again (which, by the way, I’ve been saying for about three years now), but if you’ve ever done several revisions of the same website you’ll understand me when I say that it can get a little redundant. Plus I never really know if anyone’s looking at it. So I’m here in blog form now, hoping it works out. It might seem at times that I have a split personality cause I like to use parentheses to interrupt myself, but the beauty of blogs is that I don’t have to edit it all out like I have to in school papers.

Yay. Okay, let’s get this show on the road.

On April 7, 2008 I bought a little orange and white Syrian hamster from PetCo. She has been the boss of my life ever since the first time we made eye contact. I wasn’t even looking for a hamster and suddenly in an eye-level little glass cage this girl comes barreling out and puts both her paws on the glass and looks me in the eyes. I gasped and loved her instantly, but left without her because I knew I didn’t have to buy every cute little animal I see in the stores. Well, I couldn’t stop thinking about her two days later, so I decided that I’d go back with my carrier and if she was there, I’d get her and it was destiny and fate and totally meant to be, and if she wasn’t then it was just a cute hamster I saw that one time. Well I got back and there she was, seemingly waiting for me to take her home and that’s how it all started!

Her name is Kricket and she’s the bossiest little weirdo queen. I didn’t name her for a while because I wanted to give her a “weird” name cause she’s “weird” and wrestled over names like peanut (which was too common for me) and hazel nut (which doesn’t work cause I hate a girl who’s named Hazel) and one day my sister said the word “cricket” (I dunno, she was talking about crickets I think) and I said, “Cricket!!” And of course naming a hamster “cricket” wasn’t weird enough, so we changed it to Kricket and it fit her perfectly.

So the saying goes, “Her name is Kricket. Cause she’s weird.”