My grandad had so many pets, going to his house was like visiting a zoo.
At the moment he has a swearing parrot and a Jack Russell cleverly called Jack.
He used to have a shitload of hamsters he was breeding, and two iguanas which then got too big for him to look after them.
He also had a couple of water dragons, which were really f**king weird.
A while ago a baby squirrel fell down his chimney. He kept it for a while and nursed it back to health until it was bigger and then let it go. For a while afterwards if you stuck your head out of his window and shouted "Sid" (what he called the squirrel) it would actually run along the houses and come to the window and take a nut of your hand! I was like 10 at the time and I thought it was actually the coolest thing ever.
Now my grandad's a bit mental and is addicted to buying things on Bid-Up TV.