When we were kids, my sister and I each had a hamster and loved them. When we went to the seaside for the week, our elderly neighbour 'Auntie' Winnie kindly looked after them.
On our return, she guiltily explained that she had let them out for a roam in the living room and couldn't find one. Devastated, my sister stayed in her room crying until a week later - my mum was next door chatting and noticed a bump in Auntie Winnies electric recliner seat errrm.. moving.
One very hungry hamster was rescued out of the chair and my sister was reunited with 'tetanus'. Strange what you remember when you are a 4 year old eh?