Yesterday Chiquito had no interest in being tickled by Oscar, or trying to grab his hat. He ignored Lolita when she was put in the other half of the cage. And we fretted.
Oscar thought we should have the vet come out, and Paul did speak with her, but Chiquito had no symptoms other than general malaise. Her main concern was diarrhea, and his poop was normal...as far as fruity monkey poop goes. He was eating, albeit half-heartedly. She thought it might just be a change in the weather.
I threw out the previously frozen fruits I had thawed (I keep a freezer full of his favorites for the off seasons), thinking maybe something had gone bad. Mamoncino, jocote, and fresh figs...into the garbage, not even the recycle bin.
Who knew a monkey eating a banana could make me so euphoric? Game ON!