“Monstrilio likes you.” “Monstrilio?” “I can’t keep calling it Lung.” She was right; we don’t go around calling people Ovum. We fed Monstrilio raw meat, mostly leftovers from the butcher, beef, or pork, sometimes lamb. It wasn’t discerning as to what it ate as long as the meat was raw. I bought it a four-tiered cat tower so it would have something else to entertain itself with besides the hanging light and curtain rod. Monstrilio plopped on top of it and stared out the window. I often found it lying there, particularly when the sun was bright.
