The Hamster Whisperer.......

So today has VD, oops I meant today is VD.

The Husbinator gave me an awesome gift this past weekend...well he gave Houdini a awesome gift anyway. The gift of life.

It has been retardedly cold here recently. Houdini's house happens to sit beneath a window (well part of his vast hamster mansion does anyway, the rest of it sits in the corner on a filing cabinet. All accessible through a collection of annoyingly bright colored plastic tubes.)

So I went in the office to visit with/give my overweight hamster some treats and I noticed he wasn't moving. I opened the top of his hamster observatory where he looked to be napping and poked him (gently) he flopped over on his side, little furry legs sticking straight out. He didn't appear to be breathing, I touched him again and he was freezing.

I quickly located the Husbinator in the bathroom across the hall and knocked on the door swallowing down a sniffle.

"I need you to stop pooping and come here right away."

After a heavy sigh and a flush the door opened. I lead him into the office and picked up Houdini's apparently lifeless little body. As I was trying to remember where I had an empty shoebox a little leg twitched. I rolled him over in my hand, was it my imagination? was he now a zombie hamster? Another leg twitched and then his little jaws clamped down on the palm of my hand. He was alive! But Houdini isn't a bitey Hamster, so either he really is a Zombie Hamster or he was really sick.

Once he let go I gave him to the Husbinator, he noted how cold he was and wrapped him in a hand towel and sat him on the heater vent on the floor. As I sat there nursing my hamster bite (which looks like a mini vampire went all ape-shit on my palm) I watched as slowly his little legs started moving. We tried to entice him with a raisin (his favorite snack) and he TRIED to eat it, he was all shaky, it was pathetic and sad. I held it together though although at one point with tears imminent the Husbinator turned to me and said "See this is why I didn't want you to get a hamster...they die." And in truth if I had found him already dead it wouldn't have been nearly as bad as watching him in apparent pain trying desperately to stop shaking long enough to eat a raisin, his last meal no doubt.

We noticed how cold the office was, apparently the vent stopped working. It appeared our dear poor little Houdini was freezing to death. Slowly, sadly, pathetically and it was all my fault...If only I had checked on him sooner. If only I hadn't set his hamster mansion up beneath the window.

So the Husbinator got all 'House M.D.' like serious, put the towel and Houdini in a bucket, then sat that bucket on the toilet beneath the heater in the bathroom. Then he took a hot shower. (At least Houdini would have something nice to look at while he was going to the big hamster ball in the sky.) So as I heard the shower turn off I crept ever so slowly into the bathroom, expecting to find a lifeless ball of fluff.

The Husbinator looked bleak "you shouldn't look in the bucket." I sucked it up and peeked over the edge of the red bucket. . . . . .

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And Houdini peeked back at me!

My Husbinator the hamster whisper.

We disconnected and moved one of the smaller hamster houses into the living room, and now I keep catching the Husbinator talking to/playing with/holding/and giving Houdini treats. He was never a fan before. When questioned I was told they shared a near death experience and bonded to leave it alone.

:o)

I promise I will post some bump updates soon, I am losing site of my belly button these days. 68 days to go...In theory anyway!

~*~Toodles~*~