#winter white hamster

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[ravenmccookies]

She munch

She crunch

[deguarts]

It's National Hamster Day!

[smugpuffin]

Sammachies got a Coconut Fiber Pit tonight! 🥥🌴

[estellardreams]

Everyone.

This is Lola. My pet hamster.

She's a Winter White.

I took this video giving her sunflower seeds because before that I ended up discovering the cutest and silliest thing ever.

[sitting-on-me-bum]

A winter white dwarf hamster.

Photo © Rubund / Wikimedia Commons

[joe-spookyy]

do you have any photos of miss (?) Cunty Peaches….

YES i do! and i’m so glad you asked she’s my pride and joy.

so here’s a cunt compilation for you all.

[new-austin]

I miss having a pet hamster

[grammostola-phodopus]

Miles boy! 😍

[rodentcompetition]

Preliminaries

Information about contestants below!

Winter white dwarf hamster (Phodopus sungorus)

It has a dark grey dorsal stripe and furry feet. In winter the dark fur is almost entirely replaced with white fur. This adaptation helps them to evade predators in the snow-covered steppes. In captivity, this does not usually happen. The length is 7–9 cm. Body weight changes dramatically throughout the year, from 19 to 45 g.

The hamster digs tunnels one meter deep leading to ground burrows, most of them have six entrances. To keep the burrow warm in the winter, the hamster closes all but one entrance and lines the burrows with animal fur or wool.

They are common as pets and are known to be one of the most tameable types of hamsters. Out of hamsters kept commonly as pets, only Campbell's dwarf hamster and the winter white dwarf hamster are able to interbreed and produce live hybrid offspring.

Roborovski hamster (Phodopus roborovskii)

Distinguishing characteristics of the Roborovskis are eyebrow-like white spots and the lack of any dorsal stripe.

They are found in desert regions, averaging at 4.8 cm and 12–24 g. They inhabit areas of loose sand and sparse vegetation and live at elevations of around 1,200–1,450 meters. They dig and live in burrows with steep tunnels as deep as six feet underground. In the wild they are most active at dawn and dusk.

They are omnivorous; primarily eat grains, vegetables, fruit, and plants, but they will also eat meat and insects when present. Roborovski hamsters remain underground in winter and survive in that season by stockpiling food and storing it in special food chambers within their burrow system.

Currently, 10 variations of Roborovski hamsters are thought to exist. They have become increasingly popular as pets in recent years.

[lgcjunkyu]

NAME: choi junkyu YEAR: second year

MAJOR: music theory SUBJECTS RANKING:

MUSIC PRODUCTION PERFORMING ARTS PHOTOGRAPHY I WRITING FOR MASS MEDIA KOREAN LANGAGE & LITERATURE

3 RANDOM FACTS:

he's like a mix of nate archibald and dan humphrey in the more cooler ways. he kind of keeps to himself like dan but with the more cooler elements of nate. he definitely doesn't try to be a popular person and has quite a few friends that if someone said his name, they would probably know him/of him. likes to be friends with everyone, will let them copy his homework if they needed but he would jokingly (most of the time) say they have to pay him for saving their ass. while he takes his studies seriously, he also knows how to unwind and have fun. so you'll see him at parties a lot.

lgc wasn't his first choice, but after attending a little opening, he quite liked it and met some people who were also considering applying, so his overall experience and enjoying the sounds of the courses, he decided to disregard his first choice and applied for lgc instead. and got in.

he got a pet hamster to keep him company while he's there's there but one day he forgot to hide him from the room inspectors because he was writing an essay and he had to rehome his poor hammy. wasabi, his little furry friend long gone, but don't fret, his cousin took him in for him and he is living a happy life with all the sunflower seeds (in moderation, even though junkyu isn't able to look after him, he still too often asks for updates and scolds his cousin when he asks her how many sunflower seeds she gave him within the week).

[umflowers]

gaze upon my teeny tiny all-black hamster named charcoal biscuit enjoying his new sprays and know joy 🥰🥰

[deguarts]

I'm happy to release a new version of my hamster card game: Sunflower Seeds! The new "regular" edition is in box packaging with poker sized cards, and is available at a cheaper price than the original "tin" edition. The tin edition is sturdier and has smaller cards, while the regular edition is more standard card game style.

Both are available on The Game Crafter!

[itsdetachable]

Apparently the hamster my nieces and nephew had liked my brother so much that, when my brother had long zoom meetings and he'd take the hamster out to hold him the hamster would settle down in his hand and pull out food from his pouch to munch on or just... fall asleep. In his hands. It's the most adorable thing I ever heard

[butiknowiloatheyou]

guys send me hamster name ideas please

[theres-a-body-here]

Scumtober - Day 10 (Neighbors)

Male!Minotaur x Male!reader

Your fingers curl tightly around the shovel handle, knuckles turning white as you try to thrust it into the hard earth again and again. A few stray locks of hair fall onto your forehead as you lean forward, sweat trickling down your brow. You curse under your breath, "Stupid furry rat bastard… Useless little shit… Fuck…"

You liked babysitting for the Ulgan family. Despite how society views Orcs, they treat you well. The kids were mild-mannered, the neighborhood was safe, and the pay was great. So, you came into work today expecting a normal day while the mister and misses went out for a date.

But Dura's old ass hamster decided it was the perfect time to straight up die.

You sigh heavily, leaning on the shovel handle. As you stare down at the chopped dirt beneath you, you realize digging a grave here is nearly impossible right now.  It was winter after all, the ground was frozen solid.

Your gaze shifts towards the window where you spot Dura happily chowing down on a bowl of ice cream. Not exactly a nutritious choice, but she did cry a lot after finding Hammy stiff in his cage earlier today… It wasn't until you promised her a whole gallon of mint chocolate chip ice cream from the store that she finally stopped the water works.

You let out a deep growl of frustration and plunge the shovel blade directly into the frozen soil with all your might. Angrily, you rip it free and stab it back into the ground once more.

Frustration bubbles within you as you think about having to explain death to a ten-year-old orcling. Though, you shouldn't have been surprised, considering how fragile hamsters are. To be honest, you kinda expected her to squish the damn thing some day. But here you are now, dealing with this mess.

You grit your teeth, continuing to stab at the ground with the shovel.

A sudden, low laugh draws your attention upward to see a tall figure looming over the wooden fence that separates the Ulgans' yard from the next door neighbors'.

Donovan.

The minotaur leans casually on the top of the fence, watching you curiously with his arms crossed over his broad chest.

"Calm down killer," He says teasingly. "Does the backyard owe you money or something?" His deep laughter echoes through the otherwise silent street.

Wiping the sweat off your brow with your arm, you glare up at him. "Shove it asshole," you sneer.

Of course he would find this funny.

"Alright alright," Donovan replies with another chuckle. He watches you dig for a moment longer before starting to speak again.

"So uh… How's business treating ya? Still likin' your job?"

"Ehh," you say, letting out a loud exhale. "Been better. The little one's pet died."

"Shit," he mutters sympathetically as he watches you struggle to make any dent into the frozen soil.

With a roll of his eyes, he grips the top of the fence and in one swift motion, he vaults over it, landing with a thud onto the ground.

"Here, gimme that," he offers, reaching for the shovel. His hand wraps around its base and easily rips it from your grip.

"H-Hey, dickhead! I could've done it myself!" You snap at him, smacking his muscular back as he starts to dig up some dirt with ease.

"Hey!" he exclaims, spinning around to face you with a raised eyebrow. "What was that for?"

"For being made out of hamburger," you retort sarcastically as you stretch your arm toward the shovel in his hand.

"Made outta hamburger?" He repeats, raising an eyebrow at you as he hoists the shovel high above your head. "And just what kind of burger would that be, huh?" He asks teasingly, his snout curling into a shiteating grin.

"A big stupid one," you retort, jumping upwards slightly in an attempt to grab the damn thing from him.

He chuckles as he watches you jump like an angry honeybadger.

You give him a annoyed expression. "Dude, come on," you complain, gazing up at him as he holds the shovel out of your reach.

"Let me do this for you," he insists as he leans down towards you, all traces of humor gone from his voice. 

He looks serious, like he truly wants to help you bury some orcling's dead hamster.

"Fine," you say with a heavy sigh, stepping back and gesturing towards the hole he started.

"Go ahead then."

He gives you a warm smile before getting to work. His strong arms swing the shovel effortlessly into the ground as his tail wags happily.

As he digs, you finally take note of his fit. White T-shirt and grey sweats. Classic lazy bum style.

It looks good though.

...

Very good.

...

You wouldn't mind taking a bite outta him.

Wait, how far is he digging?

You lean over to get a closer look at the hole.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, that's enough!" You call out, rushing forward to tap his strong shoulder. Your hand comes to rest gently on his firm muscles. 

Looking down at you with wide eyes, he stops digging immediately before glancing at the hole.

It was at least ten feet deep.

After a brief pause, Donovan returns your gaze with a sheepish smile before shrugging. 

With a huff, you glance over at the house again to check for any sign of Dura. She doesn't seem to be in the kitchen anymore. The small orcling probably left to watch TV in the living room.

With the coast clear, you nonchalantly nudge the small corpse into the gaping hole with your foot and watch as it tumbles down into darkness below.

"Alright," you say with a nod. "Fill it."

He flashes you a quick salute before refilling the freshly dug hole. In minutes, there's nothing left but a patch of disturbed dirt to show that anything ever happened here at all.

You clap your hands and close your eyes.

"Here lies Hammy, who lived a wonderful..."

You peek at your fingers to count.

"Two years."

After your mini eulogy, you open your eyes and peer over at Donovan.

"Okay, you can leave now," you command, jabbing a finger towards the fence line. 

He claps his hands together and presses them under his maw, batting his eyelashes dramatically. 

"Don't I get a reward for helping?" He asks coyly, giving you a smile that makes you wanna bite him.

You can't afford to argue with him when Mom and Pop can come back at any moment.

Rolling your eyes, you slowly walk over to him, stopping to stand on your tiptoes directly beside him. Leaning in close, you press your lips firmly against his furry cheek.

Donovan stands there dazed for a moment before scratching his chin

"I was actually thinking you could make me some mac and cheese or someth-"

Before he can finish his sentence, you get a tight hold of his horns before shaking his head back and forth.

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