All I can say about the beginning of this week is, NO MORE FREAKING HAMSTERS.
#4, yes, 4, just expired. We’ve only had the damn critter since March. He was super cute, with long, multi-colored hair, and he was a friendly little guy. Tigger named him Spike.
Saturday night Spike was bopping around his cage, running on his wheel, and generally looking like a happy healthy hamster. On Sunday he dropped dead. Aagh. We’re running out of space to bury little animals in the backyard. Tigger went to school today dressed head to toe in mourning black.
Tigger loves having her own pet. And to make matters worse, Little Bit is looking forward to getting a pet in September, when she turns 8. (In our house, 8 is the age when a child is deemed capable of (mostly) independent pet care.) All the hamster info I’ve read says they have a lifespan of 2-3 years. We’ve never had one live more than 9 months. We are hamster killers.
What to do?
We can’t get a dog because a.) dogs are way too much trouble, b.) Technogeek hates dogs, and c.) Little Bit is afraid of dogs, and d.) dogs are way too much trouble.
We have three elderly cats, one of whom lives indoors and is accustomed to being Only Cat. He is likely to have a severely adverse reaction to a new kitten usurping his territory.
I have a bunny who lives in the living room. We could conceivably get a second bunny, and a larger cage to house both of them. I’m not sure that would satisfy Tigger, though. She really likes to have her own pet in her own room, and her room is not suitable for a rabbit (too small for a rabbit-sized cage and too many hazards for an exploring bunny).
Stupid dead hamster.