Yesterday MOM picked me up from Bert's on her way home from St. Anne's Homeless Shelter. I was happy happy to see her. This week I have not spent as much time as I think I should have with her. I couldn't wait for us to get home and spend some time together. You know, belly rubs, hugs, walking in the grass, ear scratches, just hanging out together, just me and her. Imagine my surprise when we got home and this guy was hanging out in my yard.
WHAT? There's a monkey hanging in my tree.
"Hey Mr. Monkey."
"I'm a gorilla."
"You smell like a monkey to me."
This crazy monkey...err... gorilla kept swinging from tree to tree.
He's a handsome guy with his bow tie and he is holding a rose and sometimes he just starts singing "Wild thing, you make my heart sing."
He started to sing and I started to dance.
"Hey singing gorilla ya want to join me on my patio for a cool drink? You must be way thirsty after hanging out in my trees all day."
"Hey MOM do we have any bananas?"
While MOM checked on the bananas another monkey joined us.
Then this one showed up. At least he brought his own banana.
Oh my goodness! Cheeto is here too. There is a whole lot of money business going on around my house. Beginning with, "Why is there a gorilla hanging in my tree?"
I was thinking. If this gorilla is going to stay at my house I better find a name for him. But what to call him? Hummmmm. Tell you what, leave me a comment as to what you think I should name this singing gorilla by Sunday evening 10 pm (mountain standard time) and I will put all the suggestions in a high tech name holding device and then we will pull one out and that will be the gorilla's name. AND whoever's name we pull out will get a fabulous prize!!