Skippy McGuire was a much loved member of our family. He was pretty smart, too.
We had a tiled floor in the kitchen, dinette, and hall, but the living room was carpeted. Skippy was not allowed on the carpet, and he respected our wishes.
My husband had a broken leg at one time, and he was resting on the chesterfield. He called Skippy to come to him. Poor guy… he wasn’t quite sure what to do… but you could almost see the wheels turning in his head. Finally, he jumped on the chair that was near the hall, and climbed over to the chesterfield to my husband. He did not walk on the carpet!
We got a pet squirrel monkey for the kids. We had a small room in the basement with bunk beds. The bottom bed got turned into a home (cage) for the monkey, with a tree branch to climb on. We even had to have a thermostat to heat that room for it.
The monkey was taken out, and upstairs at times, and it loved to get on Skippy’s back. Poor Skippy! He would tolerate it for a while, but then he would go under the rungs of a chair to knock it off. That didn’t always work as the monkey would hang over Skippy’s side..
Skippy won though… as the monkey was taken back to the pet store. My husband had warned the kids that if they didn’t look after cleaning the “cage” he would take it back…. and he carried out his threat!