I know what you're thinking, but that's not a big furry mouse. It's something called a hamster, and it lives in a glass box in my house. My people call it "Hammy." I know, they aren't very original with names.My housemate Missy told me that before I was around, our people had two little hamsters. One died and one got out -- Missy ate it. Whenever Hammy is out I'm not allowed to get too close, and Missy doesn't seem to care about this one -- maybe because it is fat and furry like her.
