I once convinced a member of SFPD's finest that Felix the albino ferret was a rat.
I don't think he ever fully forgave that one.
A funnier example was when I was on foot and about to cross a light at an intersection. Felix's head was poking out my jacket, and this guy next to me looks over and says "Nice rat!".
So I says, "Ya, but he was horribly abused as a baby".
"Oh ya?"
"Ya, some kids got ahold of him, build a little rack and stretched the hell out of him!"
"No!"
"Yep!"
"They stretched your rat?"
"Yep, check it out" and of course I grab him around the shoulders and start pulling his long skinny bod out my jacket. With over a foot of white weasel coming out and no rear legs in sight yet, the guy screamed and ran off down the street.
What a chucklehead
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Better: we're down at Fisherman's Wharf in the "tourist trap zone". This one shop has an outdoor table set up with raised edges and about 20 battery-powered stuffed moving squeaking/barking/honking/etc animals on it. All about Felix's size. I was curious as to what he'd do, so I let him run around in there and check out the "fake friends".
So he's ambling along, sniffing at the various toys and this yuppie couple walk up. The guy says to his girlfriend "oh look, honey, this one's cute!" and you get ONE guess as to who he scoops up.
So there's Felix, draped over the guy's hand, he turns around and looks right at the guy...who screams, drops him and yells "THAT ONE'S REAL!!!".
Exit one large nut and one small fert, stage right, laughing all the way...
Hey! They're invading this post! There's another...HELP!
Jim March