We had a pet squirrel when I was a kid. Chester was his name. Dad used to sit in recliner and eat roasted peanuts. Chester sat on his shoulder. Dad would eat 5 or 6 and hand chester one every once in a while. My mother hated it. The recliner always full of crumbs. She finally kept it covered with a blanket so she could just take it outside and shake it off.
Chester had the habit of meeting us in the hall. Our hallway from the garage opened up into the living room and on the right was an upright piano. He would get on the piano, and when you came into the living room he would jump onto your shoulder. We expected it.
Newcomers did not...
Needless to say, we got lots of laughs from telling people "Hey, go on in, I forgot something in the car." Some of the screams were priceless...