A Hamsters TaleBlog
posted September 5th 2018
I love being a grandparent. I am not a purple rinse grandmother who sits knitting all day, I like to be as hands on as possible with my grandchildren. I hope it goes some way to keeping me young in spirit. My husband and I are very lucky to have shared a home with my son and his wife since my oldest grandchild was nine months old, and not so lucky that my daughter decided to emigrate to Australia. So I live with two grandchildren, and the other two are the other side of the world, but I still see them as often as possible.
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When Ryan was about 4 and a half, we sent his mom and dad off with strict instructions to come back with a golden hamster. I had always had these as a child, and knew they are the friendliest sort. As this was Ryan’s first one, we wanted it to be a social pet. They brought back three Russian miniature hamsters, and assured me they were all boys.
I had had Roborovski’s before, and knew that they like to live with others. So the three went in one cage. It was just a good job we had bought a large one. Everything went fine for the first 12 months or so, and then we noticed that two of them seemed to be attacking the third. We bought him a smaller cage of his own and sat it on top of the other one, so he was safe but could still see and hear the others.
A few weeks’ later, shock and horror, we got up to 5 babies. They had been together for so long, it was the last thing we expected. Of course, they were adorable, and we told Ryan he could keep them, so off we went for yet another cage. You cannot separate the babies from the mother for a few weeks, and while
we were waiting for that to happen, another 5 were born, so now we had a total of 13.
Right, says me to Ryan, this cannot go an. We will have to find homes for some of the baby hamsters. He did not hesitate with his response and looked at me most indignantly. “Nan” he said “How would you feel if mom and dad gave me and Clara away? It’s not fair to take them off their mom, so we either keep them all,or they all go together”.
Him and Clara loved the hamsters, but he was adamant they should not be parted. So off to the local pet shop they went, and we just never told him that they would separated to be sold. Well, I couldn’t, what would you have done?