Hamsterload.

Remember when I blogged about the two hamsters I bought some time ago? Turns out that one of them is a female after all (the grey one). All those obligatory snuggles and occasional buttsex was actually the real deal itself, so I ended up with a runty litter of 4 shortly after that. A litter of runty, possibly inbred little hamsters. How could I have made that mistake? Well, for one thing, russian dwarf hamsters, like their namesake, are dwarves, including the males crowned jewels. It was fairly impossible to tell if the squirming little bugger in your hand had a Pride and Joy when he is still young. Whereas with Syrian hamsters, you wouldn't have to face this problem, not when the males have unmistakably big, lugging gonads.

Here's some photos of the runty litter of 4. I call them the Famous Four.

Baby hamster at around 2 weeks old. I think.

Runty inbred male hamster seeks vivacious, sexy female. Must be good at snuggles. Related by blood not necessary.

Hamsterload.

Well, that was about five months ago, and now, the dad of the inbred, runty litter is dead. The mother and daughter was given away to Mona and I kept the other 3 male babies and their father. And today, after arriving home from Bukit Mertajam, I discovered the grey offspring of the lot was missing. For a moment I had this wild idea that maybe one of his brothers ate him up (one of them was significantly bigger than he was before I went to BM) but after poking around in the cage for awhile, I came upon a suspiciously hard lump under the wood shaving. The Grey Hamster (that's what I usually call him, although I did toy with the name Frenzy, the name of a tiny Decepticon thug, very suitable for this hamster, considering how he's such a bully, and the ironic thing was that he used to be the smallest) is dead. Not sure how long has he been dead, but it looks like his brothers have been sleeping with his dead body for quite awhile now. Morbid.