A woman palace

I’m loving my glasshouse hot tub – you could say it’s my man cave. Why is a woman cave not a thing? Why is it only men who get a cave? Come to think of it I don’t really want a cave. This is my palace! A woman palace. The last two days I’ve woken up and hopped straight in the hot tub first thing in the morning with a cup of coffee.

It’s so relaxing and hard to get out. But eventually I wanted my breakfast.

We’ve had our dwarf hamster, Angelina, for almost a year now. We adopted her from Gumtree after someone else had grown tired of her. She was kept in the most abysmal conditions – no bedding for burrowing, no wheel, no sand bath. Now she’s living her best life. Here’s her cage hooked up to a playpen. If she’s up during the day when I’m at my desk I’ll open the door and let her go in and out. She likes it.

Here’s 45 seconds of her running on her wheel in the playpen.

Last week we had a Syrian hamster, Boog, for a few days. He was also advertised on Gumtree when someone decided they didn’t want him anymore. We already have two hamsters and don’t have space for another but someone just south of Aberdeen who is a member of the hamster rescue network in Scotland was able to take him so we collected him and cared for him for a few days until he could make the journey south. This is his original cage which had pine bedding (bad for hamsters) and a tiny wheel. While he was with us I put in a proper wheel and replaced the bedding with care fresh. He’s gone now and in a much larger enclosure with lots of deep bedding where I’m told he’s built some burrows already. Happy rest of your life, Boog!