I always wanted a monkey for pet. When I was in first grade we lived in Philadelphia for a year. I went to a private school that was cool and quirky. In our Science room there was a monkey. How cool is that? Sure, the room smelled like monkey, but still…
Ever since then I’ve wanted a monkey pet. I already have two cats – Fancy and Other Cat, who are just as adorable as can be… but they ain’t monkeys.
My friend Karen, from Mississippi, told me her dad once had a monkey pet with a poor understanding of etiquette. If I remember correctly, which I probably don’t, she said that it would steal food and throw it around the house. This did not deter me in the quest for a monkey pet.
I keep tellin’ the Vol-in-Law that I want a monkey pet, but I’m afraid he’s kind of the sensible sort. He says “They bite. They’re nasty and smelly and dirty. And they cost money.” For more of this view – see Rex L. Camino’s coverage of the Mississippi Night Monkey incident here and further updates here. Plus Paris’ monkey runs amok here. It’s like a full season of that show When Good Pets Go Bad (or as it might be more aptly titled: When Really Inappropriate Pets that You Messed With Did Exactly What You Thought They Might) but with court artist’s representation.
Hmmph. I still think it would be great. Plus I think a monkey would be the ideal companion for Fancy and Other Cat.
Photo ripped from One Fun Site