cookie and cream

In case any of you have been wondering, what happened to cookie? And her pregnancy?

Let's get some facts right. Cookie was not pregnant. She was just...fat. And to think that I smsed Aunty Cora everyday to check on Cookie and whether she had popped. But nothing to pop, never pop.

And in fact, just two days ago, Cream gave birth.

In the middle of the night, to three (number pending verification) healthy pups!

We can see one of them here:

This pink thing which moves and squeals. Yes, it squeals a high pitched squeal, which is often heard when they accidentally come unlatched from feeding position. And they only grow silent when Cream painstakingly gathers them all and cleans them. Don't you think she's awesome?

We don't have many pregnant photos, as we only realised Cream was pregnant 2 days before she gave birth. And we are not lousy hamster owners, just that we had been observing her grow to Cookie's size, and we thought she was fat, until we took a photo of her:

I think it's quite obvious that her neck is rather skinny till her shoulders, before she sort of pears out into a pear shape. Nice tummy there, Cream!

Meanwhile, what of poor Cookie? Cream turned aggressive just one day before she gave birth, and we had to move poor Cookie into a spare plastic tank which we had:

Cookie, in her small tank, scouting her cardboard box and carboard tube and new red bottle. (Note: not all in picture)

Anyway, she fell asleep soon enough in what I call, the pokeball position. I choose you, COOKIE-MON!