This little hedgy was called Ratclaw, and his owner “IonShu” loved him very much, enough to write these very moving words about him. RIP little Ratclaw.

Source: ionshu.deviantart.com

I like to imagine this tiny hedgie is riding a tiny imaginary roller coaster.

It’s no barrel of monkeys, but in this economy you gotta take what you can get.

What came first, the egg or the hedgehog?

For somereason I’m reminded of the Rifleman’s Creed when I see this.

This is my raspberry. There are many like it, but this one is mine.

My raspberry is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.

My raspberry, without me, is useless. Without my raspberry, I am useless.

Really hope that toothbrush is reserved for hedgehog washing only.

Max’s bath time. Including hedgehog freakout, calm down, scrubbing, sniffing, sneezing, tattoos, and split tongue.

Good way to deter pear thieves… or wait, will it attract them with cuteness?

Kat writes:

This is my sweet-if-slightly-curmudgeonly hedgehog, Elvis, wrapped in a t-shirt poncho, wearing a tiny sombrero. Es muy guapo, no?

¡Si Kat, es muy guapo! Although, sleep with one eye open from now on, Elvis doesn’t look to pleased with you right now.