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Gizmo Cecil The Littlest Indulged Furry |
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May 2002 - August 2004 Gizmo was eager to join our family of Indulged Furries. Unlike the other hamsters who scurried under the cage bedding to hide, Gizmo crawled right into our hands as we were checking out the available hamsters at the local pet store. He was a very inquisitive, friendly, and gentle hammy. He was always eager to come out of his cage for playtime, even though he lived in a giant 3-story palace. Not only would he crawl into your hand if you put it in his cage, he would also climb to his cage door as soon as it opened because he knew someone was there to take him out to explore. We never worried about Gizmo biting us, he just wasn't a nippy hamster. |
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Of course, living at the
pet store with all the other baby hamsters means you have to share everything.
All the cage mates paw through your food bowl, play on your wheel, and
try to get all the best sleeping spots. |
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Remember how I said that during my brief stay at the pet store I had to share my little display cage & accessories with all the other baby hamsters? Don't be sad for me, after all, the other hammies did keep me warm and feeling secure. But my Indulged Furry life was nothing like that pet store cage! In my new home I had one of the biggest hamster cages in town, and I even had a home-made "Hamsterrific Playland". My 3-story cage was spacious (31 inches wide, 15 inches deep, 30 inches tall) and had a variety of accessories. And my humans didn't limit themselves to shopping in the "hamster" department, they searched high and low for all sorts of cage accessories. The standard "hamster" accessories included some plastic climbing toys, a house, a Sphinx-shaped hide-out, and a bendable wood stick climbing arch. |
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But I also had a tree-bark tunnel from the "reptile" department that I could fit under and climb on top of, and fluffy bedding from the dog toy section. You know those dog chew toys made of tightly wound & knotted cotton string (like doggy dental floss...we all have to take care of our dental hygiene). Well, if your human takes is apart and cuts the string into 3-inch long strips, it becomes heavenly bedding material. |
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I could arrange my bedding into a big "igloo" of cotton fluff, then tunnel into the middle of it for a peaceful snooze. I don't know how I could have slept if not for my cotton string bedding. How is a soft, cuddly hamster expected to sleep on scratchy tree shavings (even if they are aspen)?! The cotton string comes in both natural and multi-colored varieties, and it's nice to have the decor changed every once in a while. We won't mention the need to change the bedding on a regular schedule, as that would be a rather personal matter best left to private conversations between you and your human caretaker. |
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Oh, I must mention my Wodent Wheel. Actually,
I had two Wodent Wheels - one for my 3-story cage, and one for my
playland (could an Indulged Furry have any fewer?) Wodent
Wheels are fantastic inventions, |
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No Indulged Furry could be happy in only one home. Sometimes you just need to get away from the old place and have a change of scenery. My playland was a safe place to stretch my legs, have lots of room to run, climb on some different accessories, and just "get away from it all". As you can see, some of the other Indulged Furries liked to watch me, but I didn't mind. |
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I'd even come to the edge of the cage and sniff noses with
them. They were a gentle bunch, and I new I was safe in my
playland. Occasionally the Goofy Golden Retriever
named Bentley panted on me (uggh, doggy breath), but he couldn't help himself.
He
was obsessed with
watching me. And I mean Obsessed. You know how Golden Retrievers
can be....how shall we say this nicely...."focused"! Well, he
stared at me for hours, watching me run on my wheel, scurry around the
playland, eat my dinner. He'd even forgo chomping on his ball
while he watched me. Being
the inquisitive and active hammy that I am, I'm always up for an
excursion through the house. I'm a master of the Hamster Ball, and
once my humans figured out a clear ball is better than a colored one
(how was I expected to be able to see clearly while inside a blue ball?)
I was exploring the house on a nightly basis. The cats didn't
bother me. Felix (shown here watching me in my ball) and Smokey would just stop by for a little sniff,
then scoot off for a cat nap. Ed
was terrified of me...I was so intimidating looking in my ball.
Actually, Ed is afraid of his own shadow, so I can't truly claim
intimidation here. There are no photos of me and Ed because he
always ran away whenever I got near him. |
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