ANTHROPOMORPHISM

When Original Bunn was about six months old, Old Spouse’s ex-wife (The HEX) took Che, his then-8-year-old daughter, kicking and screaming to the airport to commence a new life in Canada. The legal agreement was that the little girl could visit us three times a year, which involved two days of exhausting travel for a child and a hefty Unaccompanied Minor plane fare for Old Spouse. The end result is an emotionally scarred young adult; but that is not the subject of this post.

On her first visit to us, Che brought OB a little mouse. This mouse, she explained, would watch over OB and keep her safe in the absence of her big sister (Blister) and would forever be the keeper of any secrets OB felt the need to share. I don’t know how she came by the name, but Che called the mouse Cromwell.

Cromwell has taken Che’s trust in him very seriously and has valiantly kept his beady little eyes on his Bunn, even staying up all night, every night; to make sure she never comes to any harm.

Every night except one:

When we are in Cape Town, we try to walk on Glencairn Beach every evening, just before sunset. One day, when the Bunn was about four years old, we decided on a swim and left our sandals, towels and Cromwell up on a dune. (There were still dunes there!)
With the scurry of drying ourselves and rushing to cross the railway tracks before the train came; Cromwell was left behind and we only discovered his absence at bedtime. Oh! What a commotion! My child was inconsolable.

Imagine our surprise then, when we arrived at the beach the next day and there was old Crommie sitting exactly where we’d left him! Had our neighbours Alan & Di not been there to witness it, everyone would think we’d made the story up.

Cromwell is old and quite threadbare now, but he’s still unfailing in his loyal vigil. He goes to school tucked in a suitcase on special days like Sports Day, but for the most part he’s quite happy to nap on her bed and wait for her to get home so that they can play Simms or meditate together.
He’s a fine mouse; old Cromwell.

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13 thoughts on “ANTHROPOMORPHISM

  1. That is INCREDIBLE, Cin…. finding him where he got lost to begin with… animals are amazing! I know how I feel about my little feathered baby…. 🙂

    • OH MY – SOMEONE JUST SHOOT ME !…(blush, grin…) I read your blog in my e-mail without the pictures…. didn’t realize it wasn’t a real animal… HAHAHA … now I can’t delete my comment…. lol I saw “threadbare” and thought…. WHAT?!! But the penny didn’t drop…. AAAwh well!!! LOL

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