So Pepsi said to me while I was out eating, that there was this Posting Party of the stories of how the furkids got to their forever home, hosted by Minna! I thought I should join, just for the fun of it. Just to make sure noone forgets the critters!
So here goes:
I was living with my brother Prince at my former hoomans' house, where we had no chance of coming out to play, had no interaction with hoomans, no proper care or check of our health, whatsoever. I was an angry boy, always bullying my brother Prince. I had a hole in my ear from fighting Prince, and Prince had this lump on his belly that was causing him much agony.
Mum was hanging out with her friend at his place (my former hooman's elder brother) when she saw my cage. It was a small 2 stories cage, with rusty bars because Prince and I always chewed on the bars due to boredom and lack of chew toys. The top wasn't tight, it was filthy, it was a horrible home to me.
As you know, hamsters have to live in solitary once they reach about 3 months old. When Mum saw Prince & I, we were 1yrs 6 months old, which is maybe about 9 to 10 dawggie yrs. She asked if she could play with us, and the hooman mom said "one of them is sick, we don't dare to carry him, later we get disease. They also will bite if you try to touch them." But Mum said it was okay, and put on a plastic glove which was useless for a hammie's bite. She took Prince out first because she could see that he was very unwell. She took me out and was immediately bitten hard!
Mum told the hoomans to bring Prince and I to the vet immediately as Prince was in very bad shape, but the hoomans actually said no, they didn't want to because they know nothing about hammies, and they didn't have the time to do so. Mum then said she would bring us to the vet that she brought Coco and Bobo to on their behalf. She took some money from them for the vet fees, because she was still schooling and only had a part time job which didn't earn her much, and took us to school the next day, and straight to the vet!
Prince and I snuggled up, sleeping during A's lecture in school.
So off to the vet we went. Mum updated the former hoomans about us, and said she could teach them how to apply the medication for Prince. & guess what the hoomans said.
They asked Mum to keep us in her care first, and only when Prince recovers, to let them know so they can bring us back. Boy, that made Mum lose her marbles. She told her friend that she was gonna keep us, and do NOT ever let his siblings buy any animals back as pets, because they are too irresponsible and heartless, and no animals deserve to go through such abuse.
Because Bobo had just passed away a week ago, Mum used her old home to let Prince stay in so he could recuperate comfortably, without having to be bullied by me 24/7. Sadly, Prince didn't make it in the end... But that will be another story, for another time to tell.
& ever since then, I stayed with Mum, and it's just a few days to a whole year of being with Mum! (My Gotcha date is 2nd Dec! & Mum is elated that although I'm a very old senior citizen, I'm still in good health!)
I've grown from this... A scared little boy, who bites every time someone tries to pet me
I would sink my tiny teeth something like this!.. into her flesh, and draw blood!
... to this. A vain boy, who doesn't have to worry about not having food, or a clean nice house to reside in.
Wait, why is there no more food?
Okay, so that's the story for me! Now moving on to Cocooo the stuck up, spoilt, bratty princess.
Bug off, Chubbs, you balding old man!
Hello, guys! It's me AGAIN! Hehe, I thought I'd just write about my life with Mum.
I was adopted along with my sissy, Bobo by Mum. We were her first hamsters, and she didn't want to buy from pet stores, so she searched around for hamsters up for adoption. & she saw a post from a girl on the forum saying that her hammie had given birth to 8 hammie pups, and she had to give them away because she couldn't afford to look after them.
So Mum jumped up, and said she'll adopt 2 of us! So she came down along to my former hooman's house, and took us home! We didn't have a bad history because the former hooman was a very nice girl who took real good care of us, and found us ALL homes before we started fighting amongst ourselves. & Mum who is ever so paranoid about us, would bring us to the vet for the slightest things, or just for check ups if she felt that we were getting unhealthy (Phfft. As if. I do pull ups to stay fit, mind you!).
I stayed in a big house with Bobo, until we got separated because we, okay I, started bullying Bobo. We were let out to play, and we had lots of yumyums. But I was more aggressive and had to be handled with care, because I would sink my teeth into someone's flesh if they weren't careful, or if I just felt like it (ha!).
Demand food when I felt like it.
But as I aged, and after Bobo's death, I became more demure and gentle. I really became Mum's princess.
Hi Mum, you called??
Told you I did pull-ups!!!
So yes, here I am, with Mum, 1 yr 5 months later, still being very well taken of, living a luxurious life of a princess hammie.
OKAY, I AM BACK! To tell you that today is a full month since our new sister Fluffy has joined us! Okay, I know I was late in telling you, but our sister is REALLY shy, and Mum didn't want to scare her with the big camera until she was more familiar with everypup. & I'll be the one telling the story, because honestly, I'm so much better at telling stories than Coco, and Fluffy is too shy to do it on her own!
She likes to hide behind dark corners to see if there are any unknown strangers.
Fluffy, like the rest of the critters here, was adopted by Mum as well. Mum had been thinking of getting a new hammie, a different kind, the bigger kind (A: Syrian hamsters). So she looked around, asked around the Internet to see if there were anything extraordinary that she had to know. She finally saw a post online from a lady saying her hammie had just given birth to 6 hammie pups (isn't it weird how it's so similar to Coco and Bobo?!) and they were up for adoption because she didn't have enough space and time to look after everyone of them.
Mum immediately contacted the lady, and was all set to go visit the hooman lady and Fluffy. But, the lady kept dragging the day and time, and Mum was close to giving up because she thought the lady wanted to change her mind. She gave it one last shot, and lo and behold, they finally met up, and so Fluffy came!
When Fluffy first came, she was overweight, very very timid and scared, and really just unhealthy. She was afraid of hooman touch (like when I first came to Mum as well), but she doesn't bite. She was so fat that her movement was like A SLOTH!!! & Mum was all set on letting Fluffy lose weight! Fluffy would shrink in fear whenever someone tries to pet her, she would hide in some corner and just peep out.
Mum finally managed to really hold Fluffy, and check on her size and her health. To her horror, she felt lumps. Negative thoughts sprang to mind, but luckily it were scabs, like when hoomans get cuts and start bleeding, when they heal, they have the blood clots. Mum figures it's because before Fluffy came to us, she was residing with her sissy, who always bullied her and fought her, and she never retaliates. (A: Fluffy is very very similar to Bobo in terms of character, 90% of the way she acts, reminds me of Bobo. I would like to think that Bobo decided to come to me again as a different hammie.)
So Mum spends everyday talking to Fluffy (& us too. Mum said I had to write this down because if I didn't, it would seem like she was biased.), letting her run around the balcony after Princess Coco and myself are back home resting and eating our yumyums, and basically just making it clear to Fluffy that noone would be hurting her, not in this family, not in this lifetime.
Just this week, Fluffy has made Mum squeal in delight when she decided to get onto Mum's legs, climbing up and down. The last 2 weeks, the most she would do, was run around Mum and then scamper away. Mum has also managed to snap some peektures of Fluffy for you guys to enjoy!
Is that you, Mum?
Mum and Grandmomma had to make Fluffy a new home, because well, the first week she was here, she had 3 escape episodes! She destroyed my old HDB as well!
Fluffy sleeping in her own made nest.
Mum also wants to say this is a whole month since Fluffy has joined our furmaily, and is doing very very well!
Thanks Minna, for organizing this Post Stories Pawty! It has been such fun!
If you have missed Pepsi's story, please click here!