Whit.

So, we went to the pet shop today. We were meant to just be buying a top-up of the crushed cardboard stuff for Hastings' cage.

We also impulse bought a hamster. It was our own fault. We were discussing hamsters when we were eating lunch beforehand, so we were in the right sort of mood for Whit to bring out his big guns. He sat inside the food bowl in the cage, burrowing, then he fluffed up all his wuzz, then (and this was the killing stroke) he washed his little nose with his little paws. He had us then.

He's called Whit, short for WTBAYDIT, short for What The Buggery Are You Doing In There.

This was due to the energetic exertions he was displaying in the cardboard carrier as we brought him home. He's possibly the most ludicrously fluffy tiny hamster in the entire world.

He's also (already!) known as Fo'ty Dollu (in the manner of 'Fiddy Cent') when we think he's being 'gangsta', and as Wuzz Against the Machine when we think he's being 'metal'. Bless, his names are longer than he is.

Fear da wuzz!


Looking confused (or blinded by the flash).


Pootlin'.


We're keeping him well away from Hastings at the moment, as she'd so totally eat him.