Thursday, 14 April 2011

WELCOME HOME, BABY !

I remember (I always will) like it was yesterday. It was the sixth day of February - sunny and quite warm for a winter - when I got an urgent phone call from previously visited pet shop: the new litter of five baby hamsters arrived! I got there as soon as possible but only three of them were already left: two boys and a girl. The lassie had brownish-and-white spots just like her twin brother, and the other little fellow was pitch black, but she was the one with odd looking round back which drew my attention and really moved me. I was watching them playing all together (half burried in the sawdust and biting themselves for fun) when suddenly one of those furry balls left others and approached me, as if it felt me through the glass. And that was Lilly , of course, being so friendly and shy in her cuteness, that I simply couldn't resist. Love at first sight. The decision was made at once: You're coming with me, little one!

Back then Lil' Lilly was a regular sleepy head. All day long she used to nap in the pipes of her brand new cage which was the only place where she felt safe.  She was less than little. Everything scared her, even the food bowl (she learned to eat from my hand which she prefers even now, as a big independent girl). 
LIL' LILLY DREAMING HER LITTLE DREAM
The poor thing was left in absolute peace (no nasty chlidren poking her) and quiet. After all, barely she was going down, that's why we don't have many photos from her early childhood. Still, those few I shot carefully not to disturb her are great keepsake despite their low quality. They all were taken on the second day after her arrival, when she was about four weeks old. Look how tiny she was! Small like a plum, light like a feather and sweet like a candy. You could eat her whole up and lick fingers. See these lovely little feet? From the very beginning she used to use them to clean herself, especially the ears. 
LIL' BUDDHA
Usually it goes like this: Lilly puts her whole foot into her ear (really deeply) and begins turning her leg - round and round and round - very precisely and carefully. Than, passionately cores the ear till it's completely clean, which - more or less - looks like she was scratching her brain. It's quite creepy, you know, but absolutely essential (I assume) since all hamsters have poor vision. They can not tell the difference  between one colour and another. Seeing only general shapes they base mostly on their hearing and smelling, so if you happen to meet one, let it smell you first and talk to it gently and clearly before you stroke it's cuddly fur. They all are unbelievably fragile.
OH, MY... IT FEELS LIKE HOME ACTUALLY...
Back to Lilly, she's always been hygiene amateur keeping her cage and herself almost sterile (well, with a little help from her two-legged friends) and it's one of many reasons  why I'm  proud of  my little  hammie. You must not tell her, but her looks wasn't my favourite at first (silly me). I always preferred satin cream hamsters with shiny hair and lineage, so probably that's why life eventually brought me not an aristocrat, but a non-ordinary commoner to take care of. We were meant to be together. She's already given me so much trust and warm... I believe her little heart is big enough to unconditionally love the whole of me with my whims, faults and drolleries. 

2 comments:

  1. I swear, I squealed and squirmed in my seat at how cute your hamster is.

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  2. Well... Camera loves her 'cause I love her but - believe me or not - sometimes this little fur ball turns into a monster ;-)

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