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We use corn cobb bedding in our G Pigs cage. She likes to run around and fling the stuff all over the room for a diameter of about 4 feet. It drives my wife crazy and I think the thing knows it and does it on purpose..bwahahaha...
Let us know how thing go....
As far as getting a room mate, most people I know with larger rodents only have 1.... Google here I come....
Google gave me this funny story though...........
Life with Edgar was interesting to say the least. The first week of co-habitation went smoothly for the most part, but pretty soon after that, the novelty factor wore off. Now, if you didn’t know, hamsters are mostly nocturnal creatures, which means that whenever you want to pick him up and snuggle with him during daytime you have to wake him up. A freshly woken hamster is not a cheerful hamster.
Added to this, his nightly activity consisted of running for hours on end in his hamster-wheel. Every time I managed to fall asleep, I would be rudely awakened by a squeaky noise from the cage. All attempts at stopping the infernal noise, by for example sticking something in the spokes of the wheel, were thwarted by the ingenuity of Edgar.
He also had the horrible habit of pooping when- and wherever the need arose, among these places my hand, when I was holding him. That though was not the worst part of his waste-disposal problem. No! Being a fastidious critter, he picked a single corner of his cage to relieve himself in, and through dedication built up a mound in that corner. This mound served as a sort of a ramp for when he had to urinate, where he would back up and spray his urine out of the cage and onto the table below. A week’s worth of hamster urine is not an easy thing to clean, especially when it has gelled to the table in question.
Let us know how thing go....
As far as getting a room mate, most people I know with larger rodents only have 1.... Google here I come....
Google gave me this funny story though...........
Life with Edgar was interesting to say the least. The first week of co-habitation went smoothly for the most part, but pretty soon after that, the novelty factor wore off. Now, if you didn’t know, hamsters are mostly nocturnal creatures, which means that whenever you want to pick him up and snuggle with him during daytime you have to wake him up. A freshly woken hamster is not a cheerful hamster.
Added to this, his nightly activity consisted of running for hours on end in his hamster-wheel. Every time I managed to fall asleep, I would be rudely awakened by a squeaky noise from the cage. All attempts at stopping the infernal noise, by for example sticking something in the spokes of the wheel, were thwarted by the ingenuity of Edgar.
He also had the horrible habit of pooping when- and wherever the need arose, among these places my hand, when I was holding him. That though was not the worst part of his waste-disposal problem. No! Being a fastidious critter, he picked a single corner of his cage to relieve himself in, and through dedication built up a mound in that corner. This mound served as a sort of a ramp for when he had to urinate, where he would back up and spray his urine out of the cage and onto the table below. A week’s worth of hamster urine is not an easy thing to clean, especially when it has gelled to the table in question.
