La Alaskeña

After MUCH debate, my new hamster-child has a name. Are you ready for this?

MRS. TIGGY-WINKLE!

Remember?

I like how I rejected the name “Henrietta” because it was too long and then ended up with “Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle”. But it suits her! She seems like a Tiggy-Winkle. I made a collage in honor of her christening.

Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle – by andreastaats on Polyvore.com

I got my hamster, and she is a doll!

Mimi who?

She loves her princess castle. She got in, looked around, had a snack, and promptly burrowed into her bedding and fell fast asleep. She lets me hold her, and she doesn’t run away from me, unlike somebody I used to know. I can tell we’re going to be good friends.

The only problem is that I can’t decide on a name. Mimi’s name just sort of came to me, but usually it takes me days to decide on a pet’s name. My mother suggested “Pudge Brownie”. Kurt came up with “Little Rotundus”. I don’t want to give her an inferiority complex, so I’d like to stay away from names that reference her pulchritude.

Here are the names I like, in no particular order: Lupita, Olive, Alice, Harriet, Sally, Dottie, Cosita (“little thing” in Spanish), and Eloise. As you can tell, I put as much thought into naming my pets as most people do when naming human children. But I’m so indecisive! I need help!

What shall I name her? Suggestions and comments would be most appreciated.

It is with a heavy heart and much sorrow that I announce that Martha “Mimi” Mouse is a complete and total ingrate. Not only did I save her from certain death at the hands (paws?) of Sifl the cat, but I also bought her a cage, and pink bedding, and a pink igloo, and gourmet mouse food called “Tropical Carnival”. I visited with her, made nice cooing noises at her, bought her little treat boxes that you eat your way into. And as if saving her life and spoiling her weren’t enough, I also bought her a Pink Princess Play-Castle. And you know what? Pink Princess Play-Castles aren’t cheap.

And for all this love, all this care and attention and ridiculous sums of money that could have gone toward buying food for, hmmm, I don’t know, ME, what do I get in return? An ingrateful little mouse that escaped whilst being relocated to her new pink palace.

We looked for her, but alas, the basement has too many mouse-sized nooks and crannies. Mimi is gone, not even a week after she came. Not even a week after I SAVED HER LIFE. Remember how I saved her life and proceeded to treat her like a pet instead of vermin? Remember that? Because apparently Mimi totally forgot.

I feel used. I feel sad. Tears were shed. I guess all those pumpkin seeds meant nothing to her. And yet, if she asked me to, I’d take her back. Also, if the cat caught her again.

The upside of all this is that I have a Pink Princess Play-Castle all set up for the hamster that I’m going to buy tomorrow. The hamster that will love me and never leave me, and perhaps go on outings in my pocket. Oh yeah. I’m that kind of crazy.