It’s a long long story as to why my sister gave my husband a monkey at our wedding. She referred to him as the “marriage monkey” or something like that during her speech. I do remember it was very funny at the time but I don’t remember the exact words.
Looking at the tag later, I discovered that his name is Hobart. And on his tag it says “Hobart is playing a game.”
Well, I soon discovered that his tag is accurate. Hobart has decided to move around the house, appearing wherever he sees fit.
Fortunately for him, his hands and feet are magnetic.
Unfortunately for him, we don’t have all that much in the way of metal in the house.
The night of the wedding he started here:
and thus began the newest activity in our house, finding Hobart. Or, Hobart is playing a game!
He continued his ascent:
Bored with this, Hobart moved on to the end table…
Moved on to the living room…
And then moved on to the piano room…
He had a brief sojourn on the windowsill, but the cat didn’t like it. He was leaning against the blinds and thus closing off her escape route when she hides behind there to look out.
Last night, he was waiting patiently for Ian to come home:
And this morning he is patiently waiting for the family to come downstairs…
Thing is, no one ever sees him move!