Scooby Doesn't Feel Too Great

Hamsters, like humans, get old. At 2, nearly 3 years old I am happy to have earnt the name 'Old Man Scoob' and it seems i'm living up to that name as Monday night I had a stroke. My owner is away at university so she only got the information today when the rest of my family were sure i had made it out the other side alive and happy. It's a sad truth that, though we feel it sometimes, we are not invincible. It's a sad knowledge that at one time or another we have to say goodbye to running around for hours in a small plastic ball and retire to a quieter, more relaxed lifestyle. That doesn't matter though, because we can still have cuddles and lots of fun with our family when we've reached old age and we can embrace the changes in our lifestyle with lots of treats and cuddles.

Hamsters have strokes from old age and they are fairly common, so it is important to remember that after having a stroke we need a little bit of extra care and attention. A fully replenished food bowl, plenty of fresh water, cuddles and treats are necessary for every hamster, but a hamster who's feeling a bit poorly can sometimes need just a little bit more. My front paw has gone funny which means I limp around a bit and become a bit lopsided and my eye-sight isn't what it used to be, so my owners have taken away any obstacles that might hurt me in my temporarily fuzzy state and are also keeping a close eye on me when i'm on any platforms in my cage - it's easy to lose footing and fall off when you get to my age :P.

My owner hopes I still have loads of great times ahead of me and thinks I will pull through this little age generated setback because there's no other option but to limp back up and keep being cute. I'm very happy and have been cuddling and playing with my ears held high since the stroke but everyone keeps a close eye on me to help me out. But on the plus side I have a full body of fur again :).

Scooby's Going on Holiday

My humans recently decided that it would be a good idea to go on holiday thus leaving me in an abyss of abandonment. It won't be so bad this year though because I'm going to stay with my human's best friend Jessie (the blonde one) 

We're gonna have loads of fun and she will take over tweeting duties as my new scribe for the week. 

On the road again :) 

Scooby Does: Some Tough Times

As a hamster living in a family of cats i've had my fair share of tough times. Cats trying to eat me. Cats trying to chase me. Cats trying to invade my cage of serenity. However I have encountered my first ever tough time that is not related to the feline of the family.

I've started the lose hair...

Is this normal? Admittedly because my owner used to worry about me a lot i used to live in her bedroom where i wasn't the happiest but now i'm back downstairs and am slowly growing some more fur on my back. Scary times though, hair loss could be down to anything.

I suppose the meaning of this post is to really remind hammy owners that we have feelings and emotions too and these can be affected by our entire environment. My owner made the mistake of keeping me in her bedroom which had little sunlight and not very much human interaction - this was only for a couple of weeks but it's still not good living conditions for a hamster and she tells me she's sorry every day. Just remember that we like to have our people around just as much as you guys love to have us around :). I was stressed so now i have a stress-free week plan with plenty of fruit and veg treats, cuddles, exercise and human interaction.

Thankfully after only a couple of days I have recovered much of my hair and my owner lives aware of how much I need my proper environment 

Scooby Does Mission Impossible

Hey friends,
since obtaining a brand new 'Fort Scoob', and realising my love for Tom Cruise i have become a fan of 'Mission Impossible'. I saw a Facebook video of a little baby being 'mission impossible'd' by its father and lol'd as much as is possible for a hamster who spends most of his life with his cheek pouches filled to the brim. So, with the help of my owner I decided to make my own 'Mission Impossible' short, in the hopes that Tom might see me as a possible co-star in any future films. Tom, if you're reading this, i can do a variety of facial expressions and sometimes I stand up on command when there's a treat being held above my head, call me.

WATCH MY MISSION IMPOSSIBLE SHORT

Return Of The Scoob

Hey guys, i'm back after taking a break after Christmas and celebrating my first birthday properly. It was a joyous occasion with a brand new treat stick to hang from my cage and a seesaw to play with, even though i haven't really got the hang of that yet and my owner couldn't work out how to put it together right. Anyway, there are loads of things i've been up to that I can report on in a few blog posts soon, but until then please enjoy this photo of me sitting on my bottom.

No tail size jokes please - size doesn't matter 

Scooby Does: Christmas

Hello there furry friends. Merry Christmas to all of you rodents and owners. To honour the occasion i have compiled some of my favourite photos of my Christmas into a special Christmas Photo Album. I have been put in the conservatory today while my owners' grandparents come over because my owner's mum needs my usual space for decorations. What is my life?

The Big Tree 

My Room With A View, Tinsel and my Christmas Tree 

My Stocking

All My Presents 

Not Cool Mr Merlin 

Oooh Cheeky

Inside my Stocking

Me and Ma Boy Merlin 

Scooby Does... Making Friends

Yesterday, the rest of the family brought home a new cat. Disaster. He's a decent guy, but given half the chance he will chase and then savagely throw me about while feasting on my tiny pea-sized brain. His name is Merlin, and he poses such a threat that my cage has to be surrounding with mugs so that he can't get to me. That's the thing with cats, they don't know how good they have it. There's no one in their house who will try and rip them to pieces with their teeth and nom on their intestines. There's no one in their house to jump up unexpected, and glare at you through the bars of your cage.

So yeah, there's now a brand new force which lives with the intention to end my existence. Great. If you don't hear from me for a while, blame this guy, selfish ginger.

Look at him. Plotting ways to end my life. We might be friends though, if he stops trying to kill me, which let's face it, is the basis of most of my friendships.