Having lived on a farm in my younger years we had countless cats (all with names though), several dogs, horses, goats, ducks, rabbits and at one point I had a hamster.

Speedie (hey imagine that, eh Suze!(my hamster) was one of my greatest pets ever. I would get up in the morning, put on my house coat and in the pocket Speedie would go. We would watch cartoons together on Saturday mornings.

One morning I let Speedie run around on the kitchen table while I was having breakfast. I was having a bowl of puffed wheat and the bag was sitting on the table. Speedie ran in the bag just as I was finishing and filled up his cheeks and came back out. We then went back to watching our cartoons.

My Dad came downstairs and started having his breakfast, puffed wheat just like Speedie and I. Just as he was finishing I came into the kitchen and told him that Speedie just likes running into the bag and filling his cheeks with the cereal.

I thought for sure he was going to throw up right there into his cereal bowl. I didn't see anything wrong with it, why should he?

One morning I came downstairs and Speedie wouldn't wake up.