Monkey has the cutest look about him, bet he gives you hours of fun. 
eh... I wouldn't describe it as "fun" exactly... Monkey runs this house with an iron fist - everything HAS to be his way, every time. Or he'll scream. A lot.
I mustn't pay too much attention to Poppy, or OH, or the computer, or a book/magazine/phone/anything. And I MUST come to bed when Monkey demands it. (And I have to take my clothes off. Seriously.)
Of course HE shouldn't have to come to me, ever - I should come to him when he calls me. When he wakes up from a nap, first thing he does is cry for me. He doesn't even bother trying to come find me.
I should go to
him. And there must NEVER be a closed door between Monkey and me. Goodbye, long peaceful soaks in the tub with lit candles...
Now whenever I try to relax in a bubble bath, I am lying there petrified that Monkey is going to finally fall in.
He sees OH as an intruder/rival. Every night when OH comes in the door, Monkey starts acting all pathetic, crying for my attention non-stop. And the sling (
http://www.purrsinourhearts.co.uk/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=7988.0;attach=11503;image) , that was supposed to be such a great thing (and WAS, in the beginning)... Well, by now Monkey goes over to it, sits in/on top of it and calling me loudly, demanding that I carry him in it.
And that's not even half of it. Monkey makes my parents' highly strung Siamese boy seem positively chilled...
But I love my Monkey sooooooooo much,
and wouldn't change him for anything.
(Thank god Poppy is the most easy-going, laid-back cat EVER. I couldn't cope without her.)
