Who Gives a Shit: Has Anyone Else Seen This Monkey?

Has anyone else been following the mutation of the monkey that sits in the first floor corner apartment of the overpriced and mostly empty Richard Meier building on Eastern Parkway?  I was just going to ignore it, since at first it started showing up like any ordinary large stuffed monkey would in some millionaire's window.  But it has continued to catch my eye every day as I walk to work, mostly because the monkey's owners are constantly dressing it in some weird outfit: it's been Abe Lincoln and Batman, and has even been forced to wear a 19th century pinafore and matching cap; and now it's "become" Snoopy for a day?   Is this poor bastard going to have an identity crisis or what?  

Or maybe this is "art"?