Rusty Fuzzball The Nippiest Indulged Furry
is our second hamster. Gizmo was so much fun we decided to indulge
another. Rusty is cute and furry, but that's where his
similarity to Gizmo ends. While Gizmo
enjoyed human interaction, Rusty prefers to be indulged in a
hands-off manner. Rusty's first instinct
when presented with an object is to investigate by biting. This makes handling him difficult, not to
After several weeks of trying to get him used to being handled and
having our fingers bitten, we figured out he was trying to tell
us that he really doesn't like to
be bothered by humans. So, he is indulged in his own way.
I don't want to sound
uncomplimentary about my brother Gizmo, but he was a little piggy when it came
to food. I don't know, maybe he envied Guinea Pigs. Anyway, that guy could
hoard food like no hamster I've ever known. Pack your pouches and leave
piles of food all over the cage...how uncivilized! Since my caretakers
spread my food out in various locations in my cage, I do have to "pouch
it" and move it to my favorite dining locations. But I don't
stockpile much. I also don't enjoy "treats" quite as much as Gizmo. I think Gizmo liked treats because is was a way to be hand fed and amuse our
caretakers....oh, isn't he the Cutest, Sweetest Hamster (what a
suck-up). I'm sorry, Gizmo was a nice hamster brother. He gave up
his playland for me and we explored the house together in our balls (I'd even
play "bumper balls" with him). I guess we're just
different. I don't like being held and tend to "bite the hand that
feeds me". Gizmo had the right idea about two things: 1)
those pressed pellets
of unknown plant material that come in our food mixture are nasty and I won't
touch them either! 2) The chewy dehydrated sweet potato
pieces in the food mix are "sweeeet" and I'm glad he didn't mind
having to share them with me.
As you can see, our dog-brother Bentley has not lost his fascination with hamsters. Whenever I'm out in my ball, Bentley follows me around the house. This requires constant human supervision, just in case Bentley gets over-excited and tries to paw at me. It's also to my benefit because if I get stuck somewhere, my caretakers are right there to give me a little "boost". Hey, I'm older now and finished with powering my way around the house. Bentley also sits outside my cage, watching and waiting for me to come "downstairs" for a close-up sniffing. I don't mind -- he's pretty good looking for a dog!
You can kind-of see it in this photo - one of my indulgences is linoleum lined cage floors. Wire floors are just not suitable for an Indulged Hammy, so mine have been covered with pieces of linoleum. It's soft under foot and easy to clean - just have your "cleaning service" roll up the pieces and pull them through the cage doors. This is best done while you're sleeping on the first floor and aren't bothered by the cleaning lady being on the 2nd and 3rd floors. When the upstairs has been cleaned and tidied, go for a ride in your ball while your lower level is being cleaned. What a life...personal maid service! Don't tell anyone, but there's a practical reason why I appreciate the linoleum. It's much easier for a long-haired hamster like myself to keep my fur clean when there isn't so much wood shaving bedding material all around. My human has given my rump-hairs a trim with a safety scissors on occasion, and that helps keep the bedding from tangling in my fur. When your caretaker risks the perils of sharp teeth and gives you a rump fur haircut you know you're indulged!!!