I took Christmassy pity on our little hamster, Nibbles, and moved him from the back sitting room (North facing, always Exorcist-chilly) and into our toasty-warm living room.
This proved to be a bit of a mistake because Nibbles likes to be a bit of a Diva as far as his woodshavings are concerned - scraping them up with great gusto and flinging them out of every gap in his cage. Which means that my Best Room bears more than a passing resemblence to the Baby Jesus's Stable. Only with tiny hamster poops.
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15 Dec 2010
Hestia and ....The Cleaning of Nibbles
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