We put the hammies together tonight. Midnight's been quite wobbly lately, and the thought that he might not be around much longer plays on my thoughts.
But S'more was very happy to see him.
Look! They're kissing!
And they spent a good deal of time in 'the breeding box' just hanging out, and being friendly.
Maybe she knows that he's old and frail and harmless.
"Hey you, do your grooming on your own time!"
Look. They're like an old married couple, sitting on a park bench or something.
"What? Who turned on the lights? Stop with the flash bulbs already!"