I confess to being a terrible hamster owner.
Ambush was mostly nocturnal, so he was hamming it up when I was snoring.
We had a nice arrangement worked out: I would go in every other morning, make sure he had water, fill up two bowls with food, rub his little head, and let him snooze.
When he got moved into Gealach’s room to make way for the Christmas tree, I started checking on him every three days.
