Quite frankly, I wouldn't even ask his advice on how to build a hamster cage.

Morelli was still watching me when I returned carrying the hamster cage.

His eyes darted to the hamster cage against the wall.

And after the hamster cage, maybe I'd do the refrigerator.

Evan had to walk past the hamster cage to get to his seat.

I had both arms wrapped around the hamster cage.

It was apparently her turn to walk the dog and clean out the hamster cage.

Imagine, for the sake of my argument, the wheel inside a hamster cage.

I was still in the hall, holding the hamster cage, when Morelli arrived.

I was sitting on the floor, back to the wall, hamster cage on my lap.