Christmas came and went leaving many gifts and trinkets including a box of hamster chocolate and a new cage for the moronic anti-sonic. Took almost an hour and my entire relationship hung in the balance trying to put together the cage. It reminded me of trying to untangle Christmas lights… perhaps now you understand the frustration?

Once together the black sturdy beast (The cage; not the hamster.) stood proud! A grand three times bigger than Nossy’s last and also without the fear of a breakout!

After carefully lifting the pry bars and lock picks from the sleeping dragon we flung her into the new cage. It was the middle of the day and therefore Nossy was not amused, peek time for sleeping naturally, so it took all of its bedding we had placed in the new cage and dragged it down to the very bottom of the three story condo it now lived it; and went back to sleep.

However, it did finally wake! Pushing back her covers, she peeked around. Sleep filled her tiny black eyes and only when she realised that the place she had awoken was not her cage did panic set it. She raced back and forth between the wood and water, to the glass/plastic hamster sized house. Nossy was not yet ready to venture upstairs. She spent literally two hours running to and fro, peeing on everything that didn’t yet stink of her. She gnawed on every individual bar only breaking to take a quick drink from her water.

When she was finally satisfied that there were no… cats?… lurking behind each object she began sniffing the steps that led upstairs. Another thirty minutes ticked by and she was finally up on the next level of the cage. Things repeated. She searched every possible place that could be and only then decided to use the ‘Hamster Bath’ we had bought her. (A bowl filled with fine sand that hamsters apparently love.)

Nossy, needless to say, went crazy. Sand covered a ten feet radius around the cage, clothes and the couch became a desert. At least she was happy! That, of course, was the goal. Eventually Nossy made it to the top of the cage. She found her food bowl and crammed as much food as she could into her ‘PHat’ cheeks (shes also the ‘coolest’ hamster ever; according to my loved one.) Why did she do this? because of course she had to make a stockpile! Only this time the stockpile of food wasn’t in a separate corner like her last cage; but instead now where she sleeps. Much like my loved one come to think of it…

It did a few trips up and down with food that would have made Gabe Walker proud. It had a brief poke around, ignored the wheel COMPLETELY: Exercise is for wimps! She had a quick bath and retired to her bed/food.

I can only imagine Nossy like her cage. When she comes out at night now she bolts round it like The Flash, the wheel collects dust and her bed is looking more and more like the cookie monsters. On a more interesting note: Nossy has never again used the steps to get to each floor of the cage but each morning we find them flung to each side of the cage… perhaps they get in her way? Maybe she’s building a house? Or maybe weapons!

Fin

Comment from the NSPCS: No staircases were harmed in this particular story.