I write a lot about Azita, but it’s rare I write about my other child, Buzz.
Buzz
Buzz is warm and cuddly and moody and ornery all in one. He’s my best bud and also the biggest pain in my neck. And I love him like he’s my own. See, Buzz wasn’t always mine. He belonged to Roger before I ever met him.
When Roger and I first started dating, I remember being happy that he was a cat person. I love dogs and rabbits and gerbils and just about any animal, but I’ve always been a cat person. And finally I met someone who was a cat person just like me. But there was a catch. Before entering foot in Roger’s home, we had a little talk. A talk about Buzz.
Buzz, he explained, was crotchety and set in his ways, and he didn’t take to just anyone. A person had to work to earn his friendship and affection. And sure enough Buzz kept his distance while we watched a movie. As the night progressed, I got more comfortable, eventually curling up on the couch while we watched tv and cuddled. And before long, Buzz made himself at home cuddling with me in the little nook in between my stomach and knees.
We spent a lot of time that way, Buzz and me, and over time I more and more began to think of him as being partly mine. Roger always told me that Buzz never liked anyone, but he clearly liked me. I’m pretty sure Roger noticed. And when I think back to the early days of my courtship with Roger, I like to think that Roger wasn’t the only one who chose me to be a part of his life.
