Dexter's First Post

Brian, I'm just a monkey, man.  Clue me in.  I had figure to out all on my own that the picture of a pencil was what you need to write, duh!  I don't even own a pencil!  But I'm sure I will need to get an eraser.  What do I click now?  Oh, duh, it's probably the box that says "publish." 
So I was wondering how you handle things like this in your household:  Say for instance you are lounging around on a Sunday morning listening to the radio (MPR or CPR), and your humans hear a radio story and one of them thinks it's about Dakar and the other one thinks it's about Qatar.  And they start talking to each other like they are insane and they aren't even on the same map or planet.  What would you do?

Hi. I'm Brian.

My name is Brian Shonsi.  I am a cat.  My brother's name is Dexter.  He is a colobus monkey.  You'll be hearing from him soon.

I was "adopted" three weeks ago by a family of five humans.  I call them Stooge, Stoogess, and the three child stooges.  Stooge doesn't like me very much, so I sit on his lap a lot.  Stoogess cleans up my poop and feeds me and pets me and lets me bite her.  The three child stooges are useless to me and I will probably eat them soon.

I will probably grow up to be a jaguar or something, but right now I'm a small cat.  I'm only six months old, so I have a way to go.  In the meantime, I'll be living with the Stooge family, and making my observations about them here.

Tune in every now and then, why don't you?  Purr.  Head bonks.