It was a matter of time that a troupe of monkeys moved into the copse of trees at the end of the road. They've been sneaking in and out of the neighbours' kitchens but have yet to come into ours. They are a little wary of Milo, and they can't figure their way past our wrought iron grilles.
They climb high and leap far. So, even up on the 3rd storey, the windows need to be kept closed.
Milo goes absolutely crazy nuts when they come by and hiss at him from the neighbour's awning.