Suburban Chicago, February 1964. The hamster doesn't mind balancing on my hand.
It's a good idea to keep an eye on a hamster because you never know what kind of mischief it otherwise will find:
Suburban Chicago, February 1964. Do you know what kind of books your hamster is reading?
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Ah, the hamster-fever of the early 60's. The high point our ownership: an escapee scuttled via baseboard into the walls, only to reappear -- triumphant -- on my sleeping mother's chest, 3 a.m.
Surely did bolster our arguments for a dog.
Our hamster Shakespeare beheaded his cage mate, Hamlet. What a mess. That bolstered our arguments for a dog!
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