He also experiences difficulties with doors sometimes...
Rule of Cuteness #1: Make it smaller and it is cuter.
Rule #1B: Small bodies and big feet are naturally cute.
Rule #1C: Eating is cute.
Howard the Rabbit tearing the heck out of the yard!
(Little pushy digger paws are cute too!)
I hope everyone celebrated St Patrick's Day in whatever fashion you saw fit. (green beer aint for everyone, that's for sure!) I was sure to wear green today; I work in a school, and my kids were warning us yesterday to wear green or be pinched!
Teach hamster Yoga!
Teach hamster to act! (can't you see a skull in his hands, "alas, poor Yoric!")
You only get green beans for dinner!
When she passed, the Bio class was breeding eggs, so I went to the pet store and got a panda. Her official name was Rogue, but because she was a biter, we often called her Vlad the Impaler. I called her Madame when talking to her, trying to be polite so she wouldn't bite. She wasn't as friendly as Munch, but she was a cutie all the same. I don't blame her for her biting; I chalk it up to pet-store-syndrome: kids tapping on glass, me getting her at an older age, not being handled much when she was young. She was still a good hammie.
boredom. But I knew myself enough that I knew I would not be able to withstand the sad stories of the puppies and kittens, so I was looking in their "small and furry" category. It just so happened that there was a friendly hammie from the SPCA near where John lives. I made arrangements to meet the foster mom, but when I got there I was asked, do you want a baby too? Ginger Momma had come to the SPCA pregnant! So I took home Ginger and Baby... and had apparently used up all my creative juices in naming other things because they have stayed mostly "Momma" and "Little One." I did learn something new with them, though: hammies don't live together well. John said I had an illegal underground hammie fighting ring, because they would fight all night long! So I got a new cage and separated them, and Little Girl said thank you! She has probably doubled her weight since then, now that she doesn't have to fight for food. Bad me.
Like most animals, you can scruff hammies, too. But I feel so bad doing it!
We call this look, above, the Cobra Ham. When they stuff their cheeks totally full, they look like little cobra hoods all flared out. Very amusing.
Ginger Momma was intent on helping Victoria with her homework... or showing her the differences between a mouse and a hammie.
Munchkin was the sweetest hammie ever! She realized St Nick needed a bit of help at the holidays, so she offered to deliver gifts with her own tiny reindeer.
Munch was also very smart. She could do the crossword in pen (with some white-out nearby in case she really messed up). 
