Those are the names of our hamsters. Vivienne, Ling and I ventured to Pets Station at Jurong Point last tuesday (i think) with the intention of "just looking". Ha. The weakness of women and cuteness in all forms.
Ling fell in love with this hissy thing that was going for $5. "How come this one is only $5 ah?" "HISS! HISS! *bares teeth* SQUEAAK!" "Ah." Ling: "Oh no! I want it!" We called it Rasputin, and then of course, we had to find an Anastasia, right?
I picked a very pretty hamster, but she didn't look like an Anastasia, so I called her Penny instead. Penny likes to eat. When I pick her up, I can flip her over to lie on her back and she won't struggle at all (Ling discovered this, surprise surprise. Ling also bathes poor Rasputin every day, sometimes up to three times a day. Thus, Rasputin has taken to brooding on evil plots to kill us all during the day, instead of sleeping like a normal hamster.) Instead, she just looks at me, mildly shocked. "Oh, am I upside down? I'm not sure.." And then she regurgitates her stored food all over me. Today she actually leaned forward from this position, cool as you please, to pick up the poop she'd just pooped from her hamster butt, and tossed it dismissively into the air, like "Huh! Poop!". It landed on my forearm. Ew.
Anastasia, the hamster Vivienne chose, is a sports buff. A very fat sports buff though, but it doesnt stop her from trying. She runs at alarming velocity on her wheel, and recently she's taken to scaling the walls of her cage. Except she cant do more than leaning against the side and grabbing the wire weakly with her front paws. Then, after a few miliseconds of progressless wiggling (which i assume is meant to be her attempts to climb higher), she loses her balance and flops backwards onto her back, and flails for another few seconds to try to upright herself. It's a sad, sad world for obese hamsters, people.
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