Monkey’s Cats log, 6th July 2014
For the last few days the word monkey has had his head buried in one of those flappy pagey wordy things. He just stares at it for hours on end, all the while paying no attention to me mind you.
I wonder what has him so fascinated about that dumb thing. I looked in one of them once and there aren’t even any of those elusive dancing red dots in there.
I’ll never understand monkeys.
Now what they should do, is arrange a series of scents across the squiggly lines in those things, you could make a series of patterns that let you convey a story or set of instructions. Now THAT would be a worthwhile way to spend your time.