he could've been rhino

A year ago today Mitch went to Streatham and brought back a v.tiny (and probably quite terrified) little hamster. It was on the bus on the way back to the flat, with the hamster in a box on his lap, that Mitch apparently thought about what to call him. It came down to two names: Moriarty and Rhino (after the hamster in Bolt). By the time he'd got off the bus, he'd made up his mind.

Last night, Moriarty scared the crap out of us. I'm still not entirely sure if he was half-hibernating or what but for about a minute I really did think the worst. I'd never seen him so still! Of course this lead to panic and much frantic internet searching in a desperate attempt to diagnose his lethargic state. Of course, reading about all the terrible illnesses hamsters can contract did nothing for my peace of mind. But, thankfully, the little one was back to his usual energetic-self this morning and his appetite has definitely returned to normal. Don't go anywhere yet buddy, there's lots of good times ahead :)