Hamsters on the Wheel of Life
A CHINE SE DWARF HAMSTER, even fully grown, will fit neatly in the palm of your hand. Holding one, it’s as if you’re feeling the delicate ingredients of sentience itself. Beneath the hamster’s impossibly soft, gray and white fur, every feathery bone is palpable, especially the jutting scapulae. The little heart beats at electric-razor speed, even at rest, in a low vibratory hum. Jet-black eyes stare unselfconsciously and breath cycles through a pink nose the size of a dewdrop.
I have had various dwarf hamsters for about seven years now, and every time I scoop one out of the cage,
