Am I a tad jealous?

So, my people told me they were going to the store and they seemed really excited, so of course I'm thinking...kitty condo, new feather toys, tuna (I mean really, what else is there to get excited about?!) They get back with this thing called a "hamster". So, I see it and I'm like, live food, not what I was thinking but...OK, I'm always game for something new. Fellow cats I must set you all straight right now, when you hear the word hamster, DO NOT get excited. A hamster is not food, it is your worst nightmare, it is your nemisis. All I hear is "Look at the hamster, isn't he the cutest little thing?" It makes me so sick ....I'm cute, I'm little...well sorta. I tell you, that little thing taunts me, with those beaty little eyes. They put him in this ball thingy, and all he does is roll around the house looking for me so he can knock into me. I am soooo mad right now as I'm writing this, I can hardly see straight. What's a cat to do?