My owner had a hamster when she was seven. It´s been eight years now, since Charlotte died on the Mother´s Day of 2000. My beloved mistress misses Charlotte terribly, almost as much as she misses me. Charlotte is with me now. Normally I would think of hamsters as yummy treats, but in heaven none of us think of the others here as food. Charlotte misses her mistress too. Mistress put a single, beautiful, white rose on Charlotte´s grave in her garden. She even locked the rabbit in his hutch, so he wouldn´t eat it. He seems to fancy flowers. I´m glad he doesn´t bother my brother too much, but I know that Smudge is very annoyed by him, and that he wishes the rabbit hadn´t been adopted by their mistress. I wish that too, because the rabbit annoys my beloved brother so much, but all I can do now is watch, and hope that Mistress doesn´t adopt any more rabbits.