Coco and the Russian Hampster!


I'm not sure whether this one is Birthday, Coco's hampster, or Sally, Eowyn's hampster! They regularly escape their bonds and awaken me in the early morning, tickling me with their delightful little whiskers! The girls love sharing them with every guest who comes to our home! (We like guests!!)

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gretta at lothlorien said…
Coco looks as though she thinks it's Birthday.
Sat May 26, 01:54:00 pm AEST
gretta at lothlorien said…
And what's Russian about them?
Sat May 26, 01:54:00 pm AEST
Megs said…
they adore vodka!
Sun May 27, 05:55:00 am AEST
gretta at lothlorien said…
Maybe there's a littler hamster inside them, and so on.....
Mon May 28, 10:06:00 am AEST
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