It's hot. It's been hot for over a week. This makes me very happy, but then, I'm not running round in a thick fur coat all day.Bluto is not happy.
I took (fairly drastic) measures to keep the room cool. I covered the windows with white tissue paper to block the sun (and my view), so the sun coming through the glass in the afternoon (my windows face west) wouldn't turn the place into an EZ-Bake oven. I also hemmed my curtains up, because they are plastic, and when they are closed they not only block the light, but also the very little fresh air i get. so now i can have the curtains drawn and still get a breeze. This, however, wasn't quite cutting it for the hamster.
Nor, frankly, was it cutting it for me. I was still waking up at night covered in sweat. And I was sleeping naked. With no covers. (Being naked and sweaty in bed can be a very good thing, but not so much when you're alone and really just want to sleep.)
It was time to purchase... a fan.
Helloooooooo Woolworths!
15 pounds later (such a rip-off. i've never paid so much for a desk fan in my life! and that was the SALE PRICE), I arrived home with my beige, mechanical salvation. (That sounds rather rude, doesn't it? Oh well.) I put it together. I plugged it in. I pointed it at the hamster cage. And lo! The hamster appeared from under his woodchips, felt the breeze, and saw that it was good. He has spent the last three days sprawled in a puddle on the deck of his cage, soaking up the breeze. I give you Exhibit A: Hamster Puddle!
Seriously, he hasn't moved. He actually growls at me if i put the thing on 'oscilate' in an attempt to steal some air for myself. I think I many need to buy another fan.
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Is it me, or does it look like Bluto has actually melted?
No, it's not you; he's actually melted.
Welcome, HR and e4c5! Many happy returns.
I thought you'd just taken a picture of a fur stole and Photoshopped it. I went to the pet shop today and held a wee kitten and a rat and it was like 'Aww.. Wannwannawannawannawannna KITTY!'
Why's he got neon lights on his cage? Are you prostituting him?
It's like this, yo: i be his pimp, yo.
Seriously though, those aren't lights. it's just the reflection of the flash off the bars of his cage at VERY close range.
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