A good day

Had a pretty good day today. Paid my mate Xelsior (a pseudonym, I repeat, to protect him) 20 M&M to do my exercises this afternoon. Meanwhile I surfed the web, found a few sites about fruit recipes. I have a weakness for fruit mousses, pear gratin, that kind of stuff. Let me tell you, they're not part of our daily meals. It's the raw diet here, they must think we're overweight. I also went on a few sites about Africa. They always give me a funny feeling in the stomach. Never been there myself. I remember watching wild life programs with my Mom. I was really little and hadn't been taken away from her yet. I would cuddle up on her lap, she'd scratch my head and all was good. We were watching one about Kenya and she suddenly jumped up. She was very excited.
- Look! Chimp-ion! That's your uncle Boodalaya, I could tell him apart from one million others, with those short arms and heavy built, we used to call him, "hey, human"! That's him, oh yes! And that might be my cousin Fomi, that short chap.
My Mom had lived in our homeland. I don't know how much she missed it. I think she didn't like being locked up so much, instead of roaming around. And she was used to be in a larger social group which is more fun, she said. But she liked that we were guaranteed a meal every day. Well, especially for me. And that no wild animal would catch me and run away with me in its teeth. My Mom loved me and took good care of me. I miss her. Don't even know where she is. They didn't feel they needed to tell me. OK, am getting all sentimental. Better stop here and log out. Bye. Oo-oo-aa-aa.

Big boolahoola

I can only squeeze in a minute at the computer while everybody's running around preparing for the day. Scientists and journalists will be visiting, if I got it right. We're going to spend most of the day doing tricks while they go oh and ah. And no time to jump in on my new passion: talking to you chimps out there. Hopefully we'll get a few forbidden treats from the journalists. My mate Stellar (not real name, see previous blog) goes wild for a few minutes, pretending to bite journalists. Everybody gets really worked out and Blancatrix will go crazy trying to catch her. Meanwhile I go through their bags, sure to find some interesting stuff: chewing gum (I like watermelon), Reese cup, iPods, money. I see the dominatrix coming this way, better log off. Oo-oo-aa-aa.

At last - or - I'm the best

I've got it at last. My own blog. It was not easy. I had to pretend to give the Blancatrix a biiiig huuuug to spy her password. She always falls for it, once my hairy arms are around her neck and I put on my cutesy expression. As usual she had sit me at the computer to do all sorts of experiments and stupid exercises that she things are clever. All for a few pieces of half rotting pinapple. No minimal wage here. As soon as she was out of the room, I opened a new screen window, went online and I was in. My blog. Hellooooo, all you chimps out there! You see, we can claim our territory! Online! OO-OO-AA, OO-OO-AA.