Bitzie, My Muse

Safe Havens
 
Bitzie's Secret Garden

Bitzie's Secret Garden

 When storms are threatened, it is good to have a safe haven or harbor.

Bitzie enjoys roaming and exploring her territory.  But, not all creatures are safe to be around.  At those times, Bitzie retreats to her secret garden to relax and chill out.  She can spy on the world below unnoticed and discern when it is safe once again to venture out.

Do you have a safe haven ~ a place to go when your life is dangerous?

 

Bitzie at Work

 Bitzie at Work 

We all need a good cheerleader.
 
After her morning rounds outside, Bitzie joins me at my computer.  She keeps me focused on my mission.
 
Some days we’re lucky to take one baby step.  Other days, we get a flash of inspiration that results in a giant leap forward.  Bitzie is here every day to cheer me on.
 
Who cheers for you?
 
 
RIP:  Sir Winston Churchill, April 15, 2009
 
The Byrds:  Angel2 and Sir Winston Churchill

The Byrds: Angel2 and Sir Winston Churchill

Bitzie thinks of my parakeets (the Byrds) as her pets.  I feed them every day and clean their cage (which takes longer than cleaning my apartment!), but they are afraid of me.  Bitzie, however, can get within inches of them without raising a feather of an alarm that a predator is in their midst.  Go figure!

Sadly, this afternoon when I took a break from working on my web site, I discovered Sir Winston Churchill dead on the bottom of their cage.

He loved The Tonight Show with Jay Leno and tweeted out with gusto the show’s theme song.  Sir Winston and his fellow Byrds were music critics.  They tweet along to music they love and squawk fiercely when they don’t like it. . .six wings up and six wings down! 

  

Permission to Be Crabby and to Get a Hug
Bitzie Yowl by Elena Hanajenko

Bitzie Yowl by Elena Hanajenko

Some days just suck rotten eggs.  Maybe somebody rains on our parade.  Maybe it just rains. . .and rains. . .and rains.  We do live in Seattle!

It doesn’t do any good to stuff our anger.  That just leads to an explosion later on.  We need to be clear about our distress.  We need to give ourselves permission to be crabby when we’re tired.

Hopefully, we’ll get a really good hug and maybe a nap.  Life always looks better after a good nap.

In Memory of Thomas

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This has been a very sad week.  Thomas was the beloved cat of my friend Karlyn Bennett, who is studying photography at the Art Institute of Seattle.  Her photo of Thomas captures his personality brilliantly.  Thomas was the sweetest, most gentle, smartest, sensitive, charming, and loving cat.  He captured Bitzie’s heart from the second they met.  Bitzie would do absolutely anything to spend time with Thomas including jumping off the balcony.

Thomas was a keeper.  Bitzie knew it from the start.  When I adopted her, I thought she would be the perfect mate for my much beloved cat Willie.  But, Willie ~ as much as I loved him ~ was a player.  He was bold as brass.  He was a bad boy who didn’t treat Bitzie with much respect.  Yet, Bitzie was very protective of him.  She cared for him as he entered the last years of his life.  She had such dignity.  It didn’t take Willie long to learn from Thomas that he would loose Bitzie’s heart if he didn’t treat her right.

Bitzie wasn’t sad when Willie passed away, but she’s been in mourning for Thomas.

When I visited the local Hallmark store today to buy a condolence card for Karlyn and for my Aunt Millie who lost her husband, my favorite Uncle Ray, I was a little shocked to realize that there were as many cards for people who had lost their cats as there were for women who lost their husbands.  Interesting.

The other sad news of the week is that my godmother also lost her beloved cat, and one of my best friends lost a job she loved.  No cards for lost jobs at Hallmark.

The happy news is that Karlyn has adopted a one-year-old shelter cat.

 

Speak Out:  “I’m a Princess Puss!”

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Valentine’s Day, 2002

Two short weeks before this adorable photo was taken Bitzie’s life was quite different. . .

Bitzie was six weeks old. Seattle was in the midst of a rare blizzard.

The evil master at her house was picking off her litter mates one-by-one with a handgun.

Bitzie fled into the woods. She was freezing. She was very alone and terrified. She wandered the dense woods until she found apartment buildings with warm, cozy cats sitting in the windows.  A safe haven?  Maybe.

She yowled. I knew instantly a kitten was in distress and raced out to rescue her, but I couldn’t find her.

She found shelter and survived the night.

The next morning she let it rip again. I ran out and saw a beautiful, tiny, traumatized kitten up to her belly in the snow.  My cat-loving neighbors flew out of their apartments too. One rented a trap. Another put it on her first floor patio. I agreed to adopt Bitzie.

A few hours later she was safe and warm inside my home purring her little heart out. She was so tiny that we decided to call her our itsy-bitsy baby girl: Bitzie.

Bitzie never read a self-help book. She rarely watches Oprah. But, Bitzie knew she didn’t deserve to be abused. She also knew her survival chances were better in a blizzard than they were at home. She trusted the universe would embrace her with unconditional love.

Bitzie learned that dark and stormy night to speak out. She values herself and expects to get her needs met. Yes, she still lets it rip!  When Bitzie yowls, I say, “yes, ma’m!”

 Isn’t She Lovely?

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Valentine’s Day, 2009

11 responses to “Bitzie, My Muse

  1. We adopted Bitzie on February 5, 2002.

    LOL ~ she still lets it rip when she wants something! My photographer Elena Hanajenko gave me a classic photo of the Bitzie yowl a few years ago for Christmas.

    When I get digital versions of her kitten photo and the Bitzie yowl, I’ll post them.

  2. Kitties are a gift from God. Bitzie was wise beyond her years when she chose you to be her Mamma.

  3. Thanks y’all for visiting and taking the time to comment!

    Sadly, Bitzie is in mourning. Thomas, her buddy and the love of her life, passed away last week. He was a sweetheart who lived a long and very happy life.

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  5. Ahhh- an enlightened woman who recognizes our enlightened feline companions. I have way too many adopted felines-(strays and dumped) all with “nature” names- ex. the stone deaf pur whit male- Glacier. Lost Icicle this year.(old age)Came to this site -via mamaliberty’s site- I was indulging -on the Silence of the Asses post !I LIKE your site . Thank you. (for being) Oprah’s August issue has not hit the stores yet- I am in the boonies- but- I buy regularly- as a -thermometer of society’s state- she does reach a lot of people. Glad to hear that the article will be – realistic. CNW aka moime(and a few others !)

  6. Thanks for visiting Bitzie and me. Glad to “meet” you.

    O Magazine here in the Pacific NW is only available at Costco. The grocery stores continue to carry the July issue. I’m guessing it will be on newsstands next Tuesday, July 21.

  7. Oh Bitzie is so sweet! I’m a big time cat-lover too and I often get my inspirations and motivations, spending time with my feline friends.

    What an interesting blog you have here, I’m looking forward to reading more soon. When I saw your reference to Bitzie though, well…first things first.

    Thanks for the background info. re: The Goodbye Quilt

    http://www.myreallifereviews.com

    4 blogs on the go!

  8. Geraldine,

    You cat is GORGEOUS! Thanks for you comment about Bitzie ~ she is very sweet.

    One of Susan Wiggs’ great friends is Debbie Macomber ~ do you read her??? She’s absolutely addicted to knitting and is super-generous in terms of helping new writers launch.

    BTW, do you know about Washington State’s Quilt Shop Hop at the end of June??? Most of the quilt shops from Canada to Vancouver, WA participate. I don’t quilt, but I do use fat squares to make purses and totes. I leave the quilting to my godmother and college roommate.

    Thanks for visiting,
    Anne Caroline

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