Can you guess what pudding, fluffy and ham are?
My hamsters!
Pudding, the last of the three, has just died. How sad. She will be the second oldest of the three if they are now all still alive. She's the only female. Fluffy and Ham are the males. Fluffy, the youngest, died of an infection. It started with a cut due to a fight with Ham (fight for Pudding) and it grew into a swollen red ball covering his whole snout. Ouch.
The odd one out is actually Fluffy. He was bought after Pudding had a miscarriage. We decided that Ham was not a good candidate to mate with Pudding as he was sickly (down with diarrhea). The problem was, Fluffy was way too much younger than Pudding, so she refused.
Pudding's my favourite. With the wave of my hand, she'll stand on her hind legs and "dance". That's a trick that I taught her. She gives me the annoyed look when I wake her up, but she never bites, not like what
books about hamsters say.
They're some funny incidents that still linger 'round in my mind. Here's one of 'em.
My parents were discussing something (I think it was about insurance, though I hardly understand what that means. Is it something to do with "insure"?) with their friend. I was doing my homework and glancing at the adults now and then to see what they were doing (I was nervous because my soft toy was being sat on and squashed - by one of them). Suddenly, I heard a shrill scream of "Cat!" and I heard a high pitched meowing. A cat. It was the "Friendly Cat!" I had named this beige-white stray cat friendly as it would always rush to you and rub its head against your shoe when it saw you. Anyway, my parents weren't too happy when they saw it pacing up and down in front of Fluffy's and Pudding and Ham's cages (Pudding and Ham lived together while Fluffy did not). The Friendly Cat was shooed away and Fluffy was found shivering on his exercise wheel while Pudding and Ham slept on (Pretty brave these fellows were).
Well, there's one thing I'm sure about. I'll never forget my trio, ever.