Sometimes I think that he never has any food, and I start freaking out. So, like any good mommy, I give him more food. I then sit, enraptured, as he stuffs as much seed into his cheek pouches as possible. This nearly doubles his weight, and increases his volume to an amusing level. Is one trip enough? No! He goes back and forth for maybe half an hour, running between the food bowl and his many, many corners where he hides food and everything else I give him. All that's left after his frantic running and hoarding of the food are the pellets, which he hates. Sometimes if I'm lucky, he'll put the food in a corner, at the bottom, where I can see him push the food out of his pouches. It's the most amusing and unnatural thing I've ever seen. He runs like, all the time. My favorite time is when he stops suddenly, and the wheel lurches a little bit while he's still on it.
Its hilarious after about ten minutes of playing with him, as he becomes over confident in where he's going, assuming that my hands are still there. So " play" time turns into "catch the leaping " time which turns into "stop the from running off the bed" time, which finally turns into "maybe I should put the hamster back in his cage" time.
