The Queen of Sheba's favorite toy er advisor for nearly 18 months. Sadly Henry passed away from old age. Sheba came into the bedroom after he died and would stare at where Henry's now empty home. She nearly got him once. He was in his ball just rolling around and got out. So I see a little brown rodent running by followed closely by the cat and soon I realize that mice have tails so it must be Henry. So the chase is one hamster, cat, and human. Henry barely fit himself under the stove. I had to drag the cat to the bedroom. So I had to fetch my poor little somewhat rotund Henry out from under the stove. Luckily the drawer was removed and there was Henry standing on his hind feet going "what do you want? I'll bit you!" Finally I lured him out with a raisan and stuck a pot over him realizing a ticked off hamster is not going to go peacefully in my hand. I fetched his ball got him back in and safely into his home. From which he taunted a very dejected looking cat.