Fresh, Clean Hamsteries in a Horrid World...

LAST NIGHT at long last I cleaned out my hamsteries, both the roborovskis' fishtank and Pingpong the Chinese hamster's crappy Habitrail cage. (It's crappy because it's self-assembly (not recommended for the housing of rodents) and is so fragile it's basically falling apart. The more vigorously tubby and weightier Golden Hamster would get out of there within nary an hour's bar-worrying (you know, that "nibbling the bars" they can tend to get up to all night long when they're proclaiming their wheel's too small and they're bored!)) I don't remember shoving it in there but Pingpong had such a massive mound of chewed-up newspaper nesting material it filled nearly an entire carrier bag. Yes he is absolutely fine. I just don't mention him very much because he is so shy I barely see him and so exceedingly laid-back he never seems to do anything (except sleep a lot...) As for the robos: I replaced their newspaper floor with a single layer of pizza-box cardboard, which I'd written some erstwhile post on. I was hoping this might be cleaner and easier to replace... As usual the three swines went nuts, performing a donkey-derby in miniature then clambering on their wheel all three at once and pinging most determinedly as if in protracted attempted escape from the vulgarity of their horrid new home. They didn't even forgive me when I put down mounds of wild bird seed. Bashful bit me twice (though the teeth never sink in), Spherical lived up to her name: a gargantuan tubby football full of pouch-packed seeds. She glared at me balefully and with virulent suspicion then pinged rapidly out of the way whenever my horrid hands threatened to encroach too near. Itchy just curled up in a ball eating said seeds and ignored all the fuss of the other two...

What a horrible world this is. And how I hate living in it. I had been intending to write something "thoughtful" upon the subject but the inspiration's gone...