Obviously, the owner thingy thought me and my brother's gender differencies warranted immediate action after the Christmas holiday. No sooner had we returned home, a new cage turned up next to the old one. And since I was the more curious and outgoing type, I was the one who had to move.

Let me tell you, I didn't like it one little bit!

Oh well, I'll get over it, I suppose. One good thing about being a hammy, you have a very short memory! And now, I have a whole wheel all to myself, and don't have to go belly up all the time just because of testosteron surges in my little brother...

Now, I have moved over to the girl's quarter next to my big sister, Jane. It's more quiet over here. We greet each other politely through the bars in the evenings, then go about our separate businesses!