Hamsters, hamsters everywhere

I think Adam has an addiction. He’s addicted to hamsters. Last night we went out and bought a third hamster. The original idea was to give Howie a playmate since he seems to do nothing but tunnel and bury himself in his cage. Unfortunately they didn’t get along too well so we had to go get a different cage. Oh well. I was worth a try. The new one is a Russian like Howie, but he’s brown rather than gray. His name is Duey. He’s a tiny thing right now, but seems happy enough. (Don’t let these pictures fool you, they fought fiercely when caged together.)


In other hamster news, it has been determined that mine is indeed a male so Pigster it is. And a pigster he sure is.