My daughter Lauren wrote:
Tonight, when I got home from work, I could not find Teeny. I heard a commotion in the closet, and this is what I found:
Then he knocked a few more things off the shelf, and then came down.
I think he is a monkey.
"What are you doing home so early?"
"Can't you keep this closet neat?"
"You must have the wrong idea -- I wasn't doing anything. "
"Whose closet is this anyway?"
"Time for me to be fed, isn't it?"