It was a Capuchin Monkey. Seemingly very cute little creatures, have a looksie:

Apparently it looked more like this a majority of the time, though.

She has told me some stories about the true nature of having a monkey for a pet. Apparently they stink and screech and scream and throw their dung at you and all over... I have this funny mental image of a huge metal birdcage in the middle of their living room, with a crazed monkey shaking the bars and screeching... I'll draw a picture and post it at some point. Note the splattered poo that monkey has thrown about, and the cool retro 70's lamp is the standout fixture I remember from that house...

Apparently it got out a couple times, and they toyed with the idea of letting it stay gone, but the threat of someone tracing it back to them was too great. Plus I think it only ever went up a tree in the back yard, so it would still have been there, taunting and terrorizing. I am just fascinated by this. How they got a monkey, why they got a monkey, what did they do with it when they DID actually get rid of it (from the tone of the stories, I gather it was a short term arrangement).
Anyhow- just an interesting story...
2 comments:
I swear, your blog gets more interesting every day.
My grandfather had a chimp...I think it died right before I was born, but I hear he was a mean cuss. And dirty too.
How funny that your mom had a pet monkey. Random!!!!!
I'm super impressed that you took the time to actually draw out your mental image. Complete with a neat-o 70's lamp too.
I'm pretty sure my kids wouldn't do well with a monkey.
(sorry this comment sucks...)
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