I love the shingled fur and blond ear tufts. They’re so darn tiny I want to put them in my pockets. They communicate among the troop with high pitched, almost inaudible, open mouthed screeches. It’s such a tiny little sound from such squeebabies. They used to be very popular pets for the aristocracy.
My cat Rosco is being a jerk. He doesn’t tolerate me except at feeding time. He spends all his time with my youngest girl. Imma gonna get a marmoset and show him.