I got home from walking with my coworker to find Eleanor in her cage, on my desk.  It seems the poor thing has already gotten kicked out of the “house.”  She runs too much at night, and chews too much and squeaks too much.  She’ll be sleeping in my room for a while.  I’m used to the happy noises of the hammys ever since I adopted Ama (for a picture, see the previous post, change the brown to gray).  Right now she’s happily running around my room in her little ball.  I’m quite impressed by her ability to get stuck often.

Also, it’s hilarious to watch Edward freak out whenever she gets within a foot of his cage.