Sam was a great new friend/monkey a squirrel monkey to be clear. Cotton Top was the name my friend Bob and I gave to my grandmother. She thought he was a baby gorilla that I had purchased to do my dirty work, and to do her in. In her warped mind she figured to avoid any problems she would make friends with him by feeding him. After all the good Polish woman that she was, raised nine children, five boys, four girls and all were well fed. She knows how to make friends with food. I asked her many times and ways to NOT feed Sam. Since I was in my senior year of high school she had access to him all day long.
In all my viewing of Marlin Perkins wild life nature movies, jungle movies, Disney animal specials I have never seen a stuffed Cabbage Roll tree, Kraut Pierogi bush, or a smoked sausage plant. That never stopped Cotton Top. This day in particular was an all American dish, fried chicken wing and small drumstick. Sam had already figured out how to unlock his cage and sneak out.
This time he heard the slippers shuffling across the linoleum floor. That soundmeant food was coming so he climbed high on the cabinets in the utility room that separated Cotton Tops apartment from ours. As she entered that room he leaped off the cabinet and grabbed the chicken wing and was back up high on his new perch. The problem was having a long prehensile tail, he wrapped it around her neck in order to reach down from her shoulder to the saucer where she had the chicken pieces. That choking action was all she needed to be convinced my Sam was a KILLER MONKEY. She dropped the saucer and ran downstairs to the store and told her son Alvin she was attacked and almost died. She was lucky enough to fight off the viscious beast and get to the safety of my mom and uncle.
When I came home from school I got the notice that Sam will have to go. The look on my uncles face was true mixed emotions. As he retold the incident to me I cold see him envisioningthe entire comical event but he also had to maintain that wee bit of autoritarian look of discipline. I read it all, loud and clear Cotton Top always got her way. I found a good ownwer, a father and daughter came to buy Sam and he found a new happy home, but no pierogi, sausage or cabbage rolls. TT
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