MONKEY TALES.... THE GOOD, THE FUNNY AND THE NAUGHTY...
I frequently hear amusing, enlightening and touching tales from fellow monkey owners. Monkey antics, the good and the naughty, are the reasons why these characters take over our heart and lives. This is the perfect space to share laughs, experiences and memories about our primate friends past and present. So, Email me with your monkey tale to share. If you would like to post a picture send that along too!
The Poo By Boo Art Gallery
Boo the Squirrel Monkey
As told by his mommy: Boo was in his room playing when my husband called for me to come take a look at what Boo had drawn on the wall. Knowing that his room was monkey proofed and there was nothing he could have drawn with, I immediately knew that we had done some "poo" finger painting. What I wasn't prepared for was the perfectly drawn artistic smiley face. The well recognized smile and proportionate eyes were easily seen and instead of getting upset at Boo, all I could do was laugh at his happy "present" to mommy. Of course I had to take a picture of his first drawing before cleaning the walls, but I have decided to maybe buy him crayons to use in the future!
Boo the artist, taking a well-deserved snack break
PJ and the Computer
This is PJ my red-handed tamarin. As you can see from the look on his face he thinks he might be in trouble! He always has this "hang-dog" expression when he doesn't get his own way or gets scolded. As you see the in the picture below you will see why he is in a little hot water He customized my brand new MacPowerbook by removing the keys and hiding them all in his hammock...all in about 5 minutes while a put some clothes in the dryer. Not to worry. After a little "talk" he got cuddled and all was forgiven!
"Oh no, I think I'm in trouble"
My new computer. I found the keys in the hammock neatly stored with this toys.
Monkey: White Capped Capuchin, male named Gabriel, three years old Mommy: Linda
From the day I got Gabriel he was fascinated with anything and everything that was mommy's. The way he sees it, jewelry, glasses, whatever mommy touches and uses must be very special and therefore must also be used by him. Sadly the one thing I have that he was always the most fascinated with was my new bridgework...yes, my dentures. Anytime he got a hold of them I would catch him sitting there trying to put them on as he watched himself in the mirror. He absolutely fascinated by them and it got to the point that I had to lock them away in a drawer...when I wasn't using them of course! So this one afternoon I was having a terrible migraine headache. I had an important engagement later on that evening and thought resting a while sounded like a good idea. I took one of my pills and took Gabriel with me to bed for a much-needed nap with mommy. Because of the medication, in nothing flat I was out like a light. I should have known that Gabriel was not going to let an opportunity like this pass him by. Apparently I was sleeping so soundly that Gabriel was able to reach in my mouth and run of with the prize dentures without waking me up. When I awoke I immediately noticed they were gone and thought.......hmmmm....I was sure I had them when I lied down, but they were literally nowhere to be found. Who knows how long he had been "wearing" them and doing only God knows what before he decided to hide them. He must have put a lot of thought into squirreling them away in a safe place where they could be retrieved anytime he was in the mood to play. I knew that the bedroom door was closed and that they had to be there somewhere. After more than an hour of searching in and under everything imaginable, I finally found them hidden under the bed in the far corner by the wall. They had been carefully placed on the white floor molding where they could scarcely be seen. He was gleefully whistling and chirping the entire time I was looking, delighted that he had successfully made off with the prize dentures. Of course, all the time I wasted made me late for my appointment. I was not about to leave the house without my dentures. I don't remember exactly what excuse I gave for my tardiness, but I wasn't about to try and explain to people that I was running so late because my pet monkey stole my teeth and hid them while I was napping.
Molly and Andy's Great Adventure as told by Lorrie
My mom and Paul went to Pennsylvania yesterday with their friends, Donna and Ray and their monkey Nikki. They still weren't back when I got home from work. I parked my car and got out and saw a brown furry thing hanging on the antenna of Donna and Ray's car. A fat, brown, furry thing. It was Andy.
I'm thinking "Oh no, they're out." Then I see Molly sitting in a tree.
My cousin Greg had just stopped by before I got home and him and his friend, Bob pulled up and saw that they were out and got out to try to get them and Greg set his coffee down on the car to go and get Andy. In the meantime, Molly took off with his coffee. So Greg and Bob go to unlock the door and the monkeys had hit the safety on the sliding glass door lock and nobody could get in. So, Greg tries to round up the monkeys and Bob crawls through the doggy door to unlock it.
They see the house is trashed and Bob tries to help Greg start cleaning up and Molly chases him out of the house by jumping on him and scratching him on the nose and stealing his glasses. Greg just tells Bob he's better off getting the hell outta here.
That?s when I got home and saw the monkeys were out. Molly thought I was there to help her, so now she wants to beat Greg up. Andy is running across the ground happy that I'm home.
I go in the house and want to turn right around and go back to work. It looked like a tornado hit the place. Everything was out of the kitchen cabinets and thrown all over the kitchen floor. They opened up a big bottle of vinegar and mixed that with a big container of cocoa powder all over my mom's white throw rugs. They got a hammer out of the bottom drawer and smashed things with that. all Paul's locksmith books were torn and ripped all over the place. Shampoo and conditioner and all kinds of stuff ripped out of the bathroom closet. They squeezed gel all over the carpet.
They ripped out Beaky's feathers. The poor bird had two tail feathers left. There were feathers all over the kitchen floor and in the living room. I found the salt and pepper shakers out in the side yard. My mom's plants wereripped right out of their pots. They threw all kinds of things out the living room window. They ripped open six packages of Ramen noodles and five boxes of Jello mix. They ruined an entire pan of brownies. They took tea and coffee grounds and poured it into the coffee pot and mixed water in it. They ripped up sandwich baggies and aluminum foil and saran wrap. They popped the tops off a whole case of diet coke and bit holes in the cans and poured them all over the place. Theyhad baking powder mashed with something and had that caked on all kinds of things. They had a package of beignet mix poured all over the living room carpet. Oh and olive oil?they did lovely things to the velour kitchen chairs with the olive oil.
Andy and Molly's kitchen "remodel"
What else? my phone. They completely destroyed my telephone. They had torn out the battery and chewed holes in it and pulled all the wires out. They ripped the tape out of about six VCR tapes and ripped all the tape out of a tape cassette that my mom's friend lent her. Oh my god, they pooped on Cliff's ashes! I forgot about that. They had tried to lift the lid off, but it was sealed. Something must have interrupted them because they never did open it, One corner was bent up like they had been trying. They destroyed all my make-up and ate my deodorant. At one point, Andy was sitting there eating a tube of lipstick, washing it down with a bottle of eye drops. I took those away from him and he started drinking a bottle of Johnson's Baby Magic Shampoo. The house was destroyed. Such lovely little monkeys.... !
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