I have a hamster, but he's new so there really isn't any stories to tell.
But, a year ago I had a hamster. The cutest little guy. I named him Marshmallow and loved him lots.
He ate everything. I mean everything. I gave him rice, corn, ice cream, cookies (no chocolate), crackers, meat (any kind, cooked)with BBQ sauce. And more. The only reason why he died was because he was very old. He was 3 years old which is a good age.
Me and my friend would take pictures with him in a big spoon. Him in his wheel.
I swear he knew his way around the house. He'd follow me. He'd go every where.
I used to keep him in my shirts, the ones with the built in bra, and he'd sleep well i did other things. He loved the sound of my heart. It was like a lullaby for him.
He'd eat at the table with us. He let me know when he had to go to the bathroom. He'd go in the sink.
I took him outside. Took him to my friends house down the street (no cage), he never even went on me. He was a good boy. Once or twice he bite me because I guess he wanted to sleep, but thats when he was old. I miss him dearly.
I had a lot of good times with him. So many stories.
I remember when I first got him, my mom said I couldn't keep him in my room. But I did. The sound of his wheel helped me go to sleep.
I remember one time he was biting his bars so I thew a pillow at his cage. He went flying in his cage, but never got hurt.
He was the best first pet.