My significant other

Well, today is proving to be another productive day - have written over a thousand words already but aiming for at least another 1000 before bed time. I am quite annoyed though as all my deadlines seem to fall on weeks when it has been beautifully sunny - like today. The sound of children running around makes me way envious. I am treating myself to a little 'blog break' whilst I write this, as I was thinking it was time I introduced you to my significant other:


Everyone, I would like you to meet Spartacus. Yes, he's a hamster. No, it's not sexual.

Isn't he a cutey?! As cute has he is, this picture really doesn't show you the REAL Spartacus, who, unlike the film character, actually has anxiety issues. It was probably something to do with his upbringing (Pets at Home - we know who you are). I know, I know, Pets at Home is probably the last place where you expect to find a sane animal. His problem is that the slightest noise and he has a little freak-out, resembling a cross between the roadrunner, speedy gonzales and Taz. He will peg it around his cage until he's satisfied that the noise wasn't going to eat him alive.

Last night, I was graced with his the honour of his presence only to find him doing this:

I forgot to mention that he is a bit of an escape artist, although he hasn't actually succeeded yet *fingers crossed*. I have no idea how he got up so high, I can only assume he has super-escaping powers...