Shown here in one of her final standup performances, Miss Arlo LittleCheese rocks the yard with her sardonic wit and comedic take on the world. Known to fans as Sweet Baby Cheese, Sweet Pie Cheese, and various other nauseatingly adoring names, Miss Arlo has entertained and delighted audiences since the last millennium.
She died on July 22, 2012.
The Dog Comedy world is left with a huge space to fill.

Back from the trenches

It has been 6 weeks since last i was able to make a report. There has been an unprecedented event. A great attack by The Terrorist Librarians (although they have yet to claim responsibility) has fallen on the House of Monkey and our enterprise, Chez Monkay.
I have brushed up against death, as you can see it took the fur off my arm.
But that is nothing compared to our beloved Miss Arlo, who went to hers straight on and is no longer with us. Obit to follow, stay tuned.
Thank you for your patience while i was unable to get to the blog.
Reporting Live,
i am Monkey Hussein Monkay

terrorists, whatever!

Just when things are moving along nicely wouldn’t you know, somebody’s gotta be a wise guy.
i just walked in the door after sleeping in the nip garden— i mean, a hard day’s work— to hear from Miss Arlo that the art farm has been threatened by Librarian terrorists. Remember, Miss Arlo is elderly (bless her heart), ‘nuff said.  Presently, there is no cause for alarm, and rest assured that a thorough investigation is underway.

Chez Monkay's first Non-Line Store!

I’ve gotten everything in place, and everyone assigned to tasks on the farm, so now it was time to GO OUT THERE. Having an online store is all well and good, but (and this might be my stray-cat roots) I knew it was time to take it to the streets. Realizing the importance of this move, careful analysis was given to the style of art currently being created at the farm, and where it might best fit in. Months later, and the entire 50 grand R&D budget exhausted, the decision was made to send the human out with a pile of stuff in the backseat of her honda to a tattoo parlor.
hey, guess what? success! 50 grand well spent!
starting NOW, Chez Monkay products are available in Asheville, North Carolina at 5 Miller Lane #1 (that’s right there on Hendersonville Highway and Long Shoals, up there on the east hill)

Sneak Preview of Heretofore Unoffered For Sale Art Piece from Chez Monkay!
The human continues her interpretive dance on the grave of PRINT. She has taken to rescuing crumbling paperback novels from thrift stores (the place reeks of processed wood pulp and ink as a result).
I am actually quite proud of her for not falling apart on the grave on PRINT, I mean it could have just as well went that way. She could have thrown herself on the casket and wailed like a banshee, but no!
Here’s something she created with the text from Edgar Allen Poe’s The Gold Bug.
Maybe we should talk about that. Or maybe not, now that I think about it, I don’t have that much to say about Poe. I find birds interesting, so that Raven thing was okay by me, but otherwise I don’t have a whole lot to contribute.
Back to this art piece. It’s not listed in the store right now or anywhere. Mac (from Marketing) tells me it will only be available locally. It would be a shipping problem because it’s around 3 feet long. He alludes to available local walls but get snippy when pressed for details. Damn, that terrier personality is difficult for me to contend with! I can only guess he’s got deals not finalized.
...sorry, I did not mean to vent about interoffice interactions. Call that a sneak preview too!

Chez Monkay employs the elderly!
Meet our recently appointed Office Receptionist, Miss Arlo LittleCheese. She hails from my alma mater, the County Pound, class of 2004. Her actual age is unknown, and she’s not telling!
As Office Receptionist, Miss Arlo greets and herds all visitors at the Chez Monkay Art Farm. See her for discount season passes and group rates for guided tours!

Dealing with givens
Given that givens are all that we’ve got,
I’m playing the hand I’ve been dealt in this lot:
3 primates, 2 canines, and the deceased estate of Print
Now we’ll see how a CAT handles this predicament!

Forgive me for waxing poetic, I get that way under pressure. Who would have thought that organizing a business would be so complicated? I have all the resources I need, my only task is to harness them and cause them to work for the common good. Sounds easy enough, doesn’t it? Sure, until I look at what I’ve been given!

That damn terrier. He keeps snipping at me. Look at him, he’s got such an attitude!
I know one day he will be my best ally, but right now he is my most biggest problem.
His name is Mac. He came here from rescue shelter (that’s a step up from the County Pound, my alma mater) just a few months ago. He never lived on the streets (as I did) and spent only a few days in the shelter, so in my opinion he’s got little experience with physical hardships. That is to say, he doesn’t appear to have missed a meal, and those meals were always served in a clean bowl at appropriate times. And his paws! Soft like they never spent any time outside!
I do not discount his emotional hardships, however. He was “owner relinquished” at the shelter. That’s gotta be difficult. His human was a good one, but not a healthy one, and the day came when adequate care could no longer be offered. Mac is a victim of circumstance. I try to remember that, it keeps me from landing a pawful of claws on his nose!
He’s got some strong qualities. His energy level is far beyond that of mortal men, and he can be sweet and charming one moment and snarling and vicious the next. I think he would excel as Sales Manager in this organization.