HAHAHAHAHAHAHA looks like all our wishing came true
We enjoy a good “Paris Hilton attacked by a rampaging monkey” story as much as the next schmo, but is a tale of a pugnacious primate so much simian fiction?
According to the New York Post, the critter-collecting starlet had Baby Luv, her “new pet monkey,” on her shoulder when she popped into a luxury lingerie store in Las Vegas last Saturday. The exotic animal apparently became overwhelmed by the sight of so many lacy unmentionables and allegedly proceeded to bite Paris and claw her face.
Hilton, says the paper, managed to wrench free of Baby Luv’s grip and tie its leash to a cabinet, where it remained as she shelled out $4,000 for bras, undies and a bullwhip (an item she’ll perhaps use to punish beau Stavros Niarchos for scratching her Bentley).
So was the air-headed heiress up to some serious monkey business? Turns out it was a case of mistaken species identity.
And while pet monkeys are a no-no in the air-headed heiress’ home state of California, don’t get on the horn to animal control just yet. Turns out it’s a case of mistaken species identity.
Paris’ rep confirms to MSN Entertainment that Baby Luv is, in fact, a kinkajou (aka “honey bear”), which, according to our exhaustive two minutes of research, is a nocturnal, arboreal mammal (translation: it likes to hang out in trees at night) that’s related to the raccoon.
The creatures, which are native to Central and South America, cost about $3,000, live for about 20 years, can’t be housebroken and, most importantly, are a no-no in Paris’ home state of California, says the Post.
A spokesman from the state’s Department of Fish and Game tells the paper, “We’ll send them a letter just to let them know we’re aware they have a restricted species.”
If she doesn’t hand it over, she could face a misdemeanor.
And although kinkajous have a reputation for quickly turning from lovable to laceration-inflicting, Paris’ flack denies she was attacked, asserting to us, “No, she was not bitten.” Despite Paris’ short-attention span for all creatures great and small, she was still looking cuddly with Baby Luv on Monday, when she wore the furball as an accessory – along with her long-absent Chihuahua Tinkerbell – at a Beverly Hills bash, where she was presented with a spendy, blinged-out pink motorcycle emblazoned with her name.