Monkey Business
My name is Mooch T Monkey. The T is very important, so don't forget it. I live in a town called London with my human and her mummy and daddy.
I like eating pretty much anything and getting up to mischief. I'm also extremely fond of cuddles.
Feel free to ask me any questions or suggest subjects that you would like my views on. Also, keep an eye out for snippets from my late Grandfather's diary, he was quite a character!
My name is Mooch T Monkey. The T is very important, so don't forget it. I live in a town called London with my human and her mummy and daddy.
I like eating pretty much anything and getting up to mischief. I'm also extremely fond of cuddles.
Feel free to ask me any questions or suggest subjects that you would like my views on. Also, keep an eye out for snippets from my late Grandfather's diary, he was quite a character!
- About to put the pizza in the oven.
- Pizza’s out! Let’s eat.
- Enough with the civilised behaviour, can I shove it in my mouth yet?
If you are a friend of mine, or even just a passing acquaintance, then you are more than likely aware that one of my very favourite things in the whole world is food. I don’t normally mind what food it is, just as long as there’s plenty of it to fill my belly!
I do have my favourites though, cake and chocolate being right at the top of the list, unfortunately though the human insists that they are not suitable choices of food to eat for dinner. I insist she’s insane, there’s nothing wrong with eating cake or chocolate for dinner, even more so if they’re combined. But alas! she won this time, so we turned to number three on my list, pizza. By we I mean my human, but I’m totally going to take the credit for it. It looked like a lot of fun when she was making the dough, I actually did want to help with that, but she pointed out that if I did we’d never get the dough out of my fur, so I just observed. She also wouldn’t let me spoil my appetite by picking at the toppings as she got them ready, further evidence to support my belief that she is a crazy lady! I mean seriously, unless someone came up to me and burst a humongous boil right in front of my face, nothing would spoil my appetite. In fact, even that probably wouldn’t put me off for long, maybe just a minute or two.
Back to the pizza. Boy was it good! We (yeah right!) made two today because as they’re only about medium sized, one wouldn’t have been enough for the three humans. The mummy human didn’t even eat half of hers, can you believe it? We’re saving it to eat tomorrow at lunch time. I can’t wait! My belly’s already excited at the thought of it and there’s still like a million hours until then.
Wanna know what was on it? First a layer of fresh massacred tomatoes, at least that’s what they looked like, all chopped up into itty bitty pieces in that whizzy food processor contraption thing. Followed by a layer of grated cheddar and mozzarella cheese, another layer consisting of sliced onions and mushrooms and them finally pieces of ham. That’s a meat. My human wont tell me where it comes from though, she thinks that it will make me sad. Anyhow, the pizza was topped off with a light sprinkling of Parmesan cheese and my drool. Mmmmmmmm.
Boy does all this food talk make me hungry. I’m going to go now and eat some chocolate, which may not be appropriate for breakfast, lunch or dinner, but it sure is an appropriate evening treat!
