nes he didn't want that day and hug the ones he did. Most recently he was into Under Armour. We got Mikee a kitten not long before his death, and the two became fast friends, the kitten offering up his tummy for grooming and Mikee obliging. The kitten was something to play with when I wasn't home, and he was so gentle and the cat just loved it. He would lay down by him and (Mikee) would rub him down, Those who knew Mikee from trails and parades knew that if you wanted to befriend him, first you had to "demonkey-size yourself" -- remove your hat, glasses and hoop earrings, lest he toss them off their faces. As Mikee relaxed around people, they could kneel on one knee and he sat on the other knee. He also checked pockets. He was accustomed to many fans carrying treats for him in their pockets -- unsalted peanuts, red grapes and other things he liked. A woman who knew me and Mikee from Como Lake asked if the two could surprise her large group of women friends reuniting from different states. I agreed, but cautioned the woman that Mikee might be shy with such a large group. Oh no, he sat on every woman's lap, hugged them and kissed them on the chin, every single one of them -- all 37 of them. He was hammin' it up to the women. After all he was a teenage boy. There will be A Celebration of Life for Mikee the Monkey from 1 to 7 p.m. Sunday, Nov. 5 at Czech-Slovak Hall (C.S.P.S. Hall), 383 Michigan St. (at West Seventh), St. Paul
Pets Remembered Cremation Service
New Brighton, MN 55112
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