Senor(ita) Fuzz
Now, I know you are all thinking. You are guessing by the title of this blog that I have brought home yet another beady-eyed fuzzy critter. Yes, I must admit you guessed correctly. Jay and I were at the mall waiting for Annapolis to start when we ventured into the pet store (which Jay should know not to let me do). After surveying the assortment of furry and scaly creatures I turned to the smeared glass aquarium that held a bunch of peach and white fuzz balls. There was the smallest (obviously the runt of the litter) being attacked by a larger sibling. My heart went out to the stupid thing and I looked over at Jay. He was thinking the same thing. I thought to myself, “No more rodents! They die so fast and leave pieces of broken heart all over the place.” Jay and I retreated with our tails tucked for the movie.
Of course, this little guy was on my mind all night as well as the whole next day. I washed the dog and then went to the mall to pick up my little runt. The little guy slept the whole way home and I was greeted at the door by Jay holding Peaches’ old cage from the basement! Did my husband really know without me saying where I had been? I was astounded. Turned out he had been online and had seen the charge go through. I think he would have known anyway by the huge smile on my face when I walked in the door. We both carefully arranged the hamster’s new home with pine bedding, toilet paper, an empty roll of toilet paper, food and water, a wood block chewy, and a folded cardboard box house. It was perfect. Seeing that the critter was too small to be sexed, we named it Fuzz. Jay calls “him” Senor Fuzz, but soon he may become Senorita Fuzz if nothing develops.
Anyway, things are coming along well with Fuzz. He is slowly getting used to being held and hasn’t bit me yet. He is a very sleepy guy and doesn’t really get active until maybe 12 or 1. By that time, I am asleep but I can hear the echo of his little wheel turning away. It is a nice sound and helps me fall asleep. I am hoping Fuzz will at least make it to see his 2nd birthday. I know that is a big thing to ask, but I do not want to deal with the grief for another couple years. I am sure after he is gone I will swear again not to have another critter, but I am learning that my own will compared to my heart is not necessarily a winning bet.
Of course, this little guy was on my mind all night as well as the whole next day. I washed the dog and then went to the mall to pick up my little runt. The little guy slept the whole way home and I was greeted at the door by Jay holding Peaches’ old cage from the basement! Did my husband really know without me saying where I had been? I was astounded. Turned out he had been online and had seen the charge go through. I think he would have known anyway by the huge smile on my face when I walked in the door. We both carefully arranged the hamster’s new home with pine bedding, toilet paper, an empty roll of toilet paper, food and water, a wood block chewy, and a folded cardboard box house. It was perfect. Seeing that the critter was too small to be sexed, we named it Fuzz. Jay calls “him” Senor Fuzz, but soon he may become Senorita Fuzz if nothing develops.
Anyway, things are coming along well with Fuzz. He is slowly getting used to being held and hasn’t bit me yet. He is a very sleepy guy and doesn’t really get active until maybe 12 or 1. By that time, I am asleep but I can hear the echo of his little wheel turning away. It is a nice sound and helps me fall asleep. I am hoping Fuzz will at least make it to see his 2nd birthday. I know that is a big thing to ask, but I do not want to deal with the grief for another couple years. I am sure after he is gone I will swear again not to have another critter, but I am learning that my own will compared to my heart is not necessarily a winning bet.
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