Ratchet's New Home...

...is with a friend o' mine who i still live with, kinda, or with whom my things reside, anyway. She fell in love with wee Ratchet-poo while playing with him in my room, and decided to take him on. So there you go.
I have adopted Tommy, the mommy hammy, and she is the new subject of this blog - though its focus shall extend itself to include any other pets I am exposed to/may acquire.

Here are the animals of my current existence:
Daisy - a dalmatian of ten years, who looks five and acts like a wee suck. My love always says she would climb inside her pocket if she could. If you knew Daisy, this would go without saying. Biggest lovingest dog around. I bought her a pretty collar with daisy flowers on it. When you feel her, you have to scare the cats away, because otherwise they'll push her out of her own food. I don't think I've ever seen her teeth, and she only ever growls in her sleep, when she's having very intense dreams.
Karma - a small grey inbred barn cat with attitude for days. She's my little buddy. We play together in the evenings. She's a bit of an ass, tho, always after the rodents and the dog and the other cats, and knocking things off counters and attacking you at odd moments.
Minou - a large round black and white cat with a very distinctly lady-like manner about her. Sleeps most of the time, eating and playing with Karma the rest of the time. She has the most perfect purr, she never knocks anything over or scratches where she shouldn't. She's a pig with food, but she's not near as pushy as Karma is. Basically, she's the perfect cat.
Cuddles - Cuddles is the daddy cat, despite being female. She's talkative, and bonded primarily with her mama, but she guards the house fearlessly. She's often misguided though. Any tension that she senses usually results in the dog getting attacked, because I guess she figures that dogs are inherently suspect. She's hilarious and very pretty.
Tommy - MY hamster, now, as decided by myself and the boyo. She's a caramelly colour with eyes that seem more beady than most hamster's eyes for some reason. She runs incessantly, and chews all the right things, instead of going for her cage bars. Her favourite thing is running in her large pink hamster ball.
Creamy - the boyo's hamster, what he named himself. Loves her ferociously, and honestly, I don't think I've ever known a four-year old to be more conscientious and caring over the long term than this little dude has been for his little Creamy. She's a sweetie, having been hand-raised patiently. She's a bar-chewer and a ball-runner.
Bandit - my love's hamster. the sweetest little dude. he's just not normal. he seems downright insulted when you put him in a ball, and he likes to wrestle and play with cat toys. he's more comfortable in his owner's hands than anywhere. he seems smart, almost, which is strange in a hamster, really. anyway, he's definitely special for a hamster.
The Ducks In The Pool - Yeah. Apparently they're here every year. I have dubbed them Erold and Edith, because of the way they walk. Don't ask. Anyway, they're there doing their thing, so I figured I'd record that.

So that's the word. Talk to y'all later.