Spartacus and his monkey

Spartacus got a sock monkey from Uncle Jim this Christmas and he loves....er, loves to kill it.

When the sock monkey came home, he was twice the size of Sparty. And he still loved to kill the monkey every chance he got. He's almost ripped the hat off the thing already. He grips the monkey around the shoulders, then bites its neck, and rips its stomach with his back legs. The monkey has proven to be quite sturdy. So far he hasn't frayed or been split open, something that cannot be said for the Bobo Sparty had when I first brought him home, or the squeaky mouse, which he tore the squeaky part out of. And now that Sparty is the same size as the monkey, I fear for Monkey. His days are numbered. He's been spared a terrible fate by the fact that the vet clipped the tips of Sparty's claws when he was down for his neutering. Lucky monkey. But you just wait until the tips come back. You're a dead monkey, Monkey.