Max: The 4 Legged Houdini

So, the hamster is at it again. I came home this evening to find my hamster MIA. Turns out, my parents thought he was making too much noise so they moved him. Evidently, it occured to his supreme fatness that if he pushed up on the "viewing area" of his cage (a little plastic box with a lid on top so that you could - theoretically, put the hamster in it and pet him without taking him out of his environment) the lid would pop open due to his incrediable girth and he could escape. Someone remind me to duct tape that shut when we finally find the little SOB

Well, we turned the house upsidedown and didn't find him. We're hoping he's naping and will surface at some point during the evening to crawl into his little wheel and get some rest (yes, he sleeps in the wheel - why do you think he's so fat.)

In the mean time, the cage door is open. There's plenty of food scattered around the floor of our kitchen (the dish man and kitchen cleaner, aka my depressed father, has been slacking lately) but we're hoping his water bottle and the promise of something he won't get a series of electric shocks from to chew on will leur him back home.