 From: Jane
Hamster: Max
Max came to us when our favorite pet-shop lady needed a home for him. His brother had been killed the night before, and Max was small, so he might have been harmed next. He was four weeks old, but no bigger than a whisper. He's a lovey -- likes to ride in shirt pockets or climb a shoulder to press his nose into your cheek for a "smoochie." He's lightning in a "zoomer" ball, and has gotten away from us more than once. When he goes missing, we put his house on the floor with food all around it, but he ignores that and comes to Mommy calling him instead. His favorite hiding place is under the refrigerator. He's our most people-loving hammy, and a great blessing!
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