Do I have a story for you! It is like folklore… reminiscing about Buddy-Buddy, he’s a Cousin of Momma’s, Missing in Action. Still, here I am, part of the free world yet imprisoned by the Policies and Procedures that I created – what was I thinking….big sigh:
Section 3: Sub Section: 2 Item #: b) It has been agreed that each pet will have its own voice and no other member will be allowed to tell his/her story.
So I, (I mean…obviously), we had to change it. Diva Calico Gen has been chosen to represent any kitty who is no longer with us, while I can record the happenings of any other Four Footed or Two Footed who can not contribute, by the power vested in me by the province, ( Ontario), the region (Peel) and country (Canada)…..so help me God. To some extent, Momma has influence over what is put out there and she insists I introduce Buddy, who I am not even sure existed, except My-Aunt-Who-Taught-Momma-Most-the-Things she knows, testifies this is all true.
Momma had some competitive aunties who bragged endlessly about their children’s brilliance and ability, except for Aunt-Second-Sister’s kids who were much younger than us, (Cousin-Captain and Cousin-Sweet-Thing), so we mentored them and no rivalry ever existed.
Although there were absolute genius cousins out there (as proclaimed by their very own parents), Momma’s favorite cousin was Buddy, who was four months younger than her and and though an ‘only’ child, was never put on a pedestal. She still has a picture of him at about three years old, half a head shorter than her. That changed rapidly as he grew to over six feet in his early teens.
Momma recalled one day, when Buddy and her were three or four. They were sent to the apple orchard to play, with Cousin Still in Diapers, who was a year younger, who they steadfastly ignored. The three of them went in the old Milk House to choose some “toys” (in reality, junk on the way to the dump), to play with. Buddy found an old ball that had a leak so that it was no longer round. He decided they should kick to see if they could knock down the wood pile (mission never accomplished). For what ever reason, Cousin Still in Diapers, chose an old egg beater. Begs the question, was his action premeditated? Could he have been charged in a Kiddie-Court-of Law? He was a solid toddler, big for his age so he appeared older than he was. Probably Buddy and Momma frustrated him because he did not feel included. Out of the corner of her eye, Momma saw Cousin Still in Diapers, bearing down on her, invading her space. He wanted their attention even if it meant whacking someone over the head with the old eggbeater. Buddy did not even pause; he grabbed it from him and reciprocated, hitting him three times.
In to the house went Cousin Still in Diapers, wailing for his Momma. Out comes Aunt Mother of Cousin Still in Diapers, (also solidly built), with Buddy’s and Momma’s mothers trailing silently behind her to listen. “Buddy, shame on you, hitting your little cousin over the head with an old egg beater”, said Aunt Mother of Cousin Still in Diapers, Momma spoke up in Buddy’s defense. “He hit Cousin Still in Diapers, because Cousin Still in Diapers, hit me with it first”. “Humph, next time you should all just play nice”, and back in the house she stalked, Cousin Still in Diapers, trailing behind her. Although not a word was said by their mothers, Buddy and Momma saw them exchange amused glances and reveled in their silent support. From that point forward Cousin Still in Diapers, was toast. They did not abide snitches in their club.
My-Aunt-Who-Taught-Momma-Most-the-Things she knows, would sometimes join them as well as Buddy had one cousin on his mother’s side that played with them, following all rules, over the years.
As an adult, Buddy-Buddy’s cousin ended up joining the RCMP – probably a perfect fit for undercover because of all the intrigue he learned at Buddy’s knee. Buddy also had cousin (sister of the RCMP officer) who had to be ejected from the club because she was even too out there for Buddy to handle. She would threaten to “cut off their heads and stick them on a pole”. Some day, they believed, she might just accomplish that. Sounds like she was born after or before her time, almost. I wonder what happened to her? Maybe she ended up a guard who perpetuated torture and water boarding at Guantanamo Bay detention camp or … dare we say…even worse, a Conservative or a Republican?
Buddy, where are you now, when the going is rough and the rough are the rulers?
