With its humungous eyes and clingy little hands.
I gave my parents a hard time about that for yonks.
What cooled my ardour eventually was finding that they have a habit of weeing on their own hands.
They fit into a teacup -
I'm a pushover for miniatures of any kind - (except those minute hairless dogs with the bug eyes).
I remember the daydreams about owning and raising these animals . . they were fabulous!
What I did get were: dogs, cats, rabbits, white mice, which were forever producing babies, a duckling, budgies, canaries, guinea pigs, a squirrel, a tortoise that would come when I called him (Kerry) and eat out of my hand, and a shrew (very temporarily - shrews can't live in capitivity, as we found out too late).
Which is a lot.
But not my top three.
Anyone else have odd pet wishes?