Yes, I'm afraid to say that there is a hamster belonging to me. I am a sucker. We went to the pet store to get TWO hamsters, one for each child. That makes sense. The man finally found a cage with more than one hamster in it, so he scooped out two of the hamsters for us. Then he asked if I was really going to tear apart the brothers, if I was really going to leave that last one behind. I told him that I was. Then that last one started looking over the edge of the cage, trying to find his long, lost brothers who had been scooped away from him. Poor, sweet, innocent orphan. We took him, too. He's mean and bites us a lot. That's what I get for being so nice.
They should get quite tame because the kids handle them A LOT! Basia wakes up early to get her hands on Raphael.
Brishen's is quite sweet. He'll squeek at you but doesn't bite. The one thing he loves to do, though, is spit out an entire cheek full of food any time Brishen holds him.
Charlie considers the hamsters to be tasty, little morsels of treat that we just won't let him have. It annoys him greatly.
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