Thursday, December 29, 2005
New bedding. Back to East Coast. Missing Tink!
Funny, I could have sworn I wrote some entries which are now missing...Strange...Anyway.
I miss my little one. I'm back on the east coast for the holidays, and she's at a pet shop in South Pasadena, near my apartment. I hope she's doing ok. I left her with some extra fennugreek tea, and packets of tofu for each day, but what if the pet shop people forget, or just don't bother??? I got the impression that they were amused that she's diabetic and has a special diet. What if they don't take it seriously?
Also, they put her cage up on a high shelf, above the other for-sale dwarf hamsters. What if they forget her up there?
This is my new favorite picture of Tink. You can see that she is sleeping in a big nest of shredded toilet paper. Before, she didn't make much use of toilet-paper, but since I changed her bedding to Aspen pellets, she's been carefully making up this nest, and spending a lot of time in it. Been wondering if she dislikes walking on the new bedding? Because it's almost like she's "papered" the surface over with tissue. It's possible that it's actually irritating her -- was just reading about some problems with Aspen and dwarf hamsters on the HoneyHams group. So I may switch again. Probably back to Carefresh (what I started with!).
Sigh! Well, it's just a few more days. I wish they had a webcam, like the place where Clara is boarding her dog. But see, most boarding places are for dogs and cats (which is why Tink is at a pet shop, not a boarding place) and anyway, most people don't think hamsters are worth much bother. Cruel, stinky world!
Ah, how I miss her!!! And worry about her! When I picked her up, she seemed so very lightweight and fragile. She was being so sweet, before Christmas; she would lick my fingers and hand when I held her. Don't know what that's about, but it is such a sweet little habit! (Other, less pleasant, interpretations: my hand might taste like food, or if I HAD washed it, maybe she likes the taste of soap, or maybe she needs more salt, or maybe she's gone really stupid and thinks that my hand is an extension of her fur...?)
Well, worrying won't do me any good, so it's off to bed with me....
