[…] it must, I say, be obvious that such abundant supplies of favourite and wholesome food offers the greatest inducement to mousekind to associate themselves with mankind, to attend on their footsteps, and to increase and multiply under their provident but uninentional care.

Our squirrel. Joe would be careful to skin it over the sink, then lay it flat on its pelt to drain it, behead it, de-paw it, de-muck it.

His house is a treasure trove of weird socks.

Then he'd take a quick look at the script and say, 'Let's get this circus on the road.' The cameras would turn.