He even liked the lab rat I brought home from my Experimental Psych course in college - he was a very smart rat and I couldn't bear to see him turned over to the biology lab. And growing up I also had a pet mouse - Franklin D. Roosevelt - Frank for short - and when I went away to summer camp my grandmother mouse-sat for me, she gave him a blueberry every morning when she had her cereal and took the cutest picture for me. 
So my cats were rescue, too, my cousin called me in tears after my uncle died since he had two dogs and two cats and her husband (at the time) wouldn't let her have the cats since they already had three. And my uncle's unpleasant second wife was just going to drop them off at some shelter. So I was happy to take them, and she drove from her home in Connecticut to my uncle's in New Jersey and brought them home to me in Northern New York. They got along fine with my two dogs, especially the black one who is still the smartest and friendliest cat I've ever known, besides being one beautiful cat. 
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