These pics are making me miss all of my hamsters. I haven't kept hamsters in about 4 years, and I don't have the same computer now, so I don't have any pictures, but believe me when I say I had a zoo.
It all started when someone at church was giving away their hamster because they were moving. Said it was a boy, so I named him Hercules before I got him home. He was actually a she. So we had a she hamster named Hercules. Hercules was cream colored and sweet. Not long after that, I bought Jack, a cream and white hamster. Decided it would be neat and educational to breed them, just once. So I did some research, found coworkers and school friends who were interested in owning a hamster, and when the time was right, I bred them. Momma Hercules had 10! babies. I found homes for 7 of them, and wound up keeping the other three. Julie looked like her daddy and was the hamster version of Dr. Jeckel and Mr. Hyde. She was tempermental her whole life and you never knew what type of mood she'd be in. Sam looked like her momma. She was about average, I suppose. Truth be told, I don't remember much about her. Tim was the runt of the litter, and the one I had intended on keeping from the start. He looked like a skinny version of Jack and ad a personality that matched. He was very sweet, very tame. Jack outlived both of his sisters. I had him put to sleep a few months after he turned two because he grew a tumor that essentially turned him into a hunchback. He was so sweet and free spirited that I could stand to see him unable to move without toppling over. I knew he wouldn't want to live that way, so we laid him to rest.
Then there was Maxx. He was a gorgeous black bear hamster, with a friendly personality. After putting him through surgery to remove a tumor, I wound up having to put him to sleep because he developed a second tumor. The vet said the second one appeared to be connected to his salivary gland and was unoperable. Rather than see him suffer, we put him to sleep.
Dylan was the only long haired hamster I ever had (cream colored). He was a little escape artist and kept breaking out of any cage we put him in. On his last breakout, we were unable to find him.
My last hammie, Emma, joined the family while I was working him Petco. Her owner came in and basically said, "Take this. I don't want it anymore." So she came to live with me. Emma was a reddish-brownish and white hamster.
I've thought about getting hamsters again, but have grown to prefer rats.