My baby brother worked for a guy that just loved exotic animals. He and his brother owned a series of title companies (one of which my brother worked for) AND an exotic animal ranch/refuge in the center of Washington State. My brother worked at the headquarters office with the boss who had a couple of personal 'friends' that he kept around. Specifically a Wallaby that went to the office with him every day.
For what ever reason the goofy bugger loved my brother and spent most of his time under his desk. Harry would take off his shoes and use the Wallaby as a foot rest. Everybody was happy!
Once one has had a wallaby footrest one will never want to be without. Lol.