Ham was a lot older than Ster when their mother got them for the kids, and a couple of days ago Ham abruptly decided to head for hamster heaven. The grandgirls were, of course, devastated, but the funeral their mother organised was some consolation.
Yesterday I said we would have a look at one of the local pet shops on the way back from picking up a repaired printer, to see if by any chance they had any dwarf hamster babies. Just to look, of course.
They had two. Seeing that we have started doing pet purchases in pairs, I said we’d take both. ‘One of them,’ I announced, ‘will be mine, but they can live together.’
This evening I decided to take some pictures of them, also to help in telling them apart. A mobile phone camera does not, however, take good hamster pictures. By the time it registers that you have pressed the screen, the little animals are either out of the frame or a blur. After taking and deleting about fifty shots, this was the best I could do.
‘Take a video if you don’t want a blur,’ Granddaughter R suggested disdainfully. So I tried it. This proves that they move at a lick.
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