Some of you may remember my hamster Demetria (AKA Mimi, Mimi Bear, Baby Bear, Hamsterina, Hamsterella, Hamsterific, Princess Ham Ham, etc.) or even have met her some time when over at the apartment. She was a queen among hamsters, truly. Her fur was so downy soft, like cashmere, and a unique rich brown/organge/black brindle color with a little white marbling on her belly. Her teeny paws were so pink and perfect. She was the most beautiful and adorable hamster I've ever seen, anywhere.
Look at her little pink tongue!
But even more beautiful was her disposition. I'm sure many of you are thinking this is retarded because hamsters don't have personalities - they just chew on shit and die. I'm not going to argue with you - just know that if you cannot appreciate a little thing like the individual character of a hamster, then there's probably a lot of other wonderful, subtle things you're missing out on in life, too.
Look at her little pink tongue!
But even more beautiful was her disposition. I'm sure many of you are thinking this is retarded because hamsters don't have personalities - they just chew on shit and die. I'm not going to argue with you - just know that if you cannot appreciate a little thing like the individual character of a hamster, then there's probably a lot of other wonderful, subtle things you're missing out on in life, too.
Mimi never, ever bit anyone. Sometimes she would test a tiny little test nibble to see if you were made of food, but would never actually bite - just very gently touching with her teeth to see if your hand was made of wood. She was a joy to hold, just a warm little blobule of softness. She was like a creature from a Miyazaki film!
She loved coming out of her cage to visit. She would stand on top of her purple plastic igloo and reach her little arms up, asking to come out. She liked to be held and run around on my arms and lap, but also loved rolling around in her ball. I'd call her Demolition Mimi as she rolled around the house, crashing into walls, door, cats. She would actually follow me around while in her ball - contrary to what you'd think her evolutionary psychology would drive her to do.
Demetria was approximately two years old - I'm not exactly sure because she was already full grown when I got her. I have had her for two years. She was always a very healthy, robust girl. She was so big that we had to upgrade her Syrian hamster-sized supplies to a larger cage and Guinea Pig ball! She did have a bit of a booze problem for some time, as you can see in this video where she showed up lit to a tea party and tried to eat the table cloth.
I have never known such a good little hamster and I rather doubt I ever will.
Bye bye, Mimi Bear. I love you forever.
Edit: The last photo I will ever take of her...
She loved coming out of her cage to visit. She would stand on top of her purple plastic igloo and reach her little arms up, asking to come out. She liked to be held and run around on my arms and lap, but also loved rolling around in her ball. I'd call her Demolition Mimi as she rolled around the house, crashing into walls, door, cats. She would actually follow me around while in her ball - contrary to what you'd think her evolutionary psychology would drive her to do.Demetria was approximately two years old - I'm not exactly sure because she was already full grown when I got her. I have had her for two years. She was always a very healthy, robust girl. She was so big that we had to upgrade her Syrian hamster-sized supplies to a larger cage and Guinea Pig ball! She did have a bit of a booze problem for some time, as you can see in this video where she showed up lit to a tea party and tried to eat the table cloth.
I have never known such a good little hamster and I rather doubt I ever will.
Bye bye, Mimi Bear. I love you forever.
Edit: The last photo I will ever take of her...
10 comments:
Oh no...I'm so sorry -- she was a beautiful little hamster. It's not fair that these animals who bring such happiness into our lives can only stay a short while.
Thanks Emily. That's one thing I like about Chester (my tortoise). I'm pretty sure he'll outlive me.
So Sorry!
Of COURSE hamsters have personalities. Sometimes oversized ones, even. We lost Lyra earlier in the year, and she was a crazy interesting bugger.
I'm sure Demetria she was very happy to have been your friend.
That made me cry.
oh no, i am so so sorry Molly. Demetria was a special bosom friend and it is so lucky when you find kindred spirits like that. i know she was very happy to have known you and this was a touching tribute. sending you electronic hugs of condolences.
i'm sorry mole, she was like the ika of hamsters.
So sorry to hear this Molly. She was lucky to have had such a wonderful Molly Mama. She is with you always.
xoxo p
Thank you, everybody!
Every hamster I've ever known has had a distinct personality. They've got more personality than they have body mass.
If you had your beautiful Mimi for two years, and she was full-grown when she came to you, then she lived out her full span. You gave her a long and happy hamster life, and couldn't have done better.
Thank you! I still miss her....
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