Tuesday, 13 September 2011


This movie was shot on the ruins of the terminated lime. Lilly was so excited with her victory that she didn't know what to do with herself and she started to freak out. She sucked to the cage wires and tried some gimnastic evolutions :-)

I was bursting my sides with laughter when she actually tried to take off with those fluffy legs trotting in the air. Eventually she ended upside down with her nose white and you can call me a pink unicorn if it isn't worth of olimpic gold!

Monday, 12 September 2011


After the night accident I kept my eye not only on the nasty, deceitful tubes but also on Lilly to assure that she wasn't harmed. Medically she was completely fine. She acted as usual with one exception: my little good girl has gone wild...


It took her only one night to crush the lime into pieces. She did it on purpose, with rage and didn't want to stop even when she was offered her favourite treat. All I could do was step aside and helplessly watch the whole act of desctruction but she wasn't done until the lime turned into bunch of crumbles.


When the whole lime was annihilated Mr. Hyde was gone and Lilly calmed down. I gave her another one and she treated it kindly, like she always used to do. Never again I saw her so frustrated and angry. But she made me thinking...

Friday, 9 September 2011


One night I was staying at home alone. In the evening, for a while Lilly played with me and then we both layed down, tired but happy. I was in the middle of a dream when sudden, loud, terrible rumble woke me up. I jumped out of my bed and rushed to the neighbouring room, where the cage stands, because the first tought was that it fell down from the shelf with Lilly inside. Half lucid, I switched on the light and saw that there are some broken parts of the cage tubes laying on the carpet. The cage itself stood intact on the shelf, but it was...
EMPTY !!! Lilly was gone and I was petrified, 'cause for one second in my mind I saw all the worst possibilities includig her being dead or wounded, jumping throught the open window and so on. Next second I put myself together and started to call her, as gently and sweetly as I could, waiting for the slightest signs of her presence. In vain. I was about to breakdown and cry, when finally I saw her: she was sitting ON the cage, outside, hidden behind this huge greenish bulb which is her nest. Quiet as a mouse and completely silent but - thanks to God - unharmed. She must have been SO scared and confused, my little poor thing, you should have seen her back then! I took her in my arms and huged her tight. I hold her for a long time that night. She even got an additional peanut before her sleep, to ease her (and mine) fears. Eventually, I repaired the broken tubes so that they were safe for her this time, but even now I have completely no idea, how this could happen. Maybe she tried to dig through the tubes and pushed one out, or maybe one of the tubes was loose... I'm affraid we'll never know, but I'm gonna watch those tubes closely now (!)

Friday, 2 September 2011


...Whack for my daddy-o, whack for my daddy-o, there's... Lilly in the jar-o... Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da...! :-) But how did she get in there...? And how is she gonna get out...? Well, it's not a problem . She's very clever, after all.
Generally hamsters are much more flexible and snoopy than you could suspect judging by their  round and fluffy looks. Imagine Lilly standing on her back paws, reaching  for some delicacy (almost like Superman, hahaha) up, up and away! and even higher with her curious nose and impatient little fingers. At some point she starts to look like a miniature badgerdog without a tail. Every time you think she reached the limit of her flexibility, she stretches even longer just to get what she wants. But it has to be a damn good reason for her to try. She won't work out for nothing, you know. Usually a jar filled with something smelly and tasty will do. I happen to keep her food in one of those usefull glass things so she guickly got familiar with it's  secrets...
... Whack for my daddy-o, whack for my daddy-o, there's... Lilly in the jar-o... Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da...! :-) What...? What does J. Hetfield  with Mettalica sing in that song...? What for...? What for my Lilly-o is in the jar-o...?
Awww, that's plain like her clean, beautifully groomed fur: she's after some treat I hid inside (nasty me) instead of giving it directly to her mouth. So she's angry, feels offended and hurt, but - why not? - gladly uses my hand if I lend her one, just to get higher, where the jar stands smelling so promisingly and tempting. Okay, so  there she is, with a little help from her two legged friends. And now what...? What's next...? Well, you have to get from the outside to the inside which means you: dive, dive  hard onto the rough surface of grain mixture, so soft and desired... You're about to feed when suddenly the food starts to move, actually it moves as if it came to life: seeds run from beneath your feet and you - poor little (too heavy) hammie - experiences the quick sand effect sinking, desperately sinking in the dry sea of non-consumed flavours. It's high time to run away so Lilly takes to her legs and flees. Hah! Easy to say hard to do... The jar is made of glass, it's walls are high and slippy...
Little legs are hanging in the air, waving one by one, while little hands are trying to pull the rest of Lilly over the jar's edge. And there's much to be pulled, if you know what I mean. She's not a feather although weights only (?) 183 g. 'It is the FUR, you moron, what's so heavy!' she'd claim but who would ever believe a hammie...? Anyway, somehow she always manages to get out of any kind of a hole, jar, mug, glass, whatever. Sometimes it costs her much effort (you can tell by the looks of her face) but I'm always around in case she realy needed me. But, to be honest, never she was in need. I'm helping her more of my own boredom than of her need. Lilly is an independent young lady, very smart and very resourceful. Trouble loves her but not on mutual terms, I'd say. So! We climbed the highest jar-o, bathed in the food and succesully escaped (luckily with some grain hoarded in the pouches). Now you know what for there's Lilly in the jar-o so we all can whack for my daddy-o! :-)