It's rather late to blog about our "new" pet. I keep putting off blogging these days, rendering a blogging-by-bulk nature -- collecting bloggable thoughts and photos in my head and not posting it right away. Thus hatching outdated blogs in the process. Lately, sitting in front the computer seems to automatically equal to "work" and doing absolutely nothing on my free time is the sanest thing to do.

Back to Machu Pichu. My sister named her after the new history lesson she learned. It is such a big name for a very, very small siberian hamster. Oh, and she's really fat nowadays due to the seed-diet-with-no-exercise-wheel we give her. Heh.

I've always thought of hamsters as feisty little creatures who only think about escaping its safe cage. One funny thing I like about them is their motivation to go forward, whether its holes, tunnels, wheels, cracks, even your alternating hand.

From murderous hamsters to back-flipping ones, Machu Pichu is the most well-dispositioned hamster we've had. And thanks to our cousin Vincent, our furry pet is now luxuriously living in a mansion of a Habitrail. ^_^