Bitsy: My side of the story
Hi! My name is Bitsy. It's short for Itsy Bitsy. You know that song, "The itsy bitsy spider crawled up the water spout." When mom picked me up at Operation Kindness (a no kill animal shelter), she says I was so small that I fit in the palm of her hand. I was 3-months old at the time and had a brother who looked just like me. Mom and dad couldn't adopt us both, but I was mewing so loud that mom couldn't leave me. Dad says I was the scrawniest kitten in the place, and she had to have me, because no one else would adopt me. Personally, I think he fell in love with me too!
(Oh! That's me with dad when I was little. I was catching a few winks and dad was looking pretty proud. We were reading a book together at the time, and it just plumb wore me out.)
Before mom and dad took me to my new home, life was rough. My brother and I were abandoned in an apartment complex somewhere in Dallas. I don't know where my birth mom went. She just disappeared. Lucky for us, someone took us to Operation Kindness, where mom and dad adopted me.
When we left the shelter, I thought I would be an only child. But the minute they brought me to my new home, I saw there was this BIG black and white cat already living there. I mean he was B-I-G! A whole 12-pounds of muscle and fur. Me...a mere couple of ounces with a scraggly coat. Well, I told him who was boss (bitch slapping him through my carrier), and it's been great ever since!!! *big grin*
Life with my new brother is pretty good. He likes to harrass me occasionally. Most times I don't mind. In fact, I like chasing him around our new house. He's such a goof! There's lots of room to run around. But there's times I have to swat him and tell him to "knock it off!" I don't think he'll ever grow up! He can be so immature.
He's not very cuddly -- at least not with me. In the beginning, he used to let me snuggle with him, but that changed as I got older. Maybe he'll let me snuggle again when we get older.
We're pretty spoiled. I have lots of toys to play with, several cozy beds to sleep in and mom's lap to snuggle on. One of my favorite activities is getting in mom's lap and rubbing my face on the tip of her nose, while she rubs my belly. She gives great belly rubs! Even Bek agrees.
That's all for now!
rubs, purrs and snuggles,
Bitsy
(Oh! That's me with dad when I was little. I was catching a few winks and dad was looking pretty proud. We were reading a book together at the time, and it just plumb wore me out.)
Before mom and dad took me to my new home, life was rough. My brother and I were abandoned in an apartment complex somewhere in Dallas. I don't know where my birth mom went. She just disappeared. Lucky for us, someone took us to Operation Kindness, where mom and dad adopted me.
When we left the shelter, I thought I would be an only child. But the minute they brought me to my new home, I saw there was this BIG black and white cat already living there. I mean he was B-I-G! A whole 12-pounds of muscle and fur. Me...a mere couple of ounces with a scraggly coat. Well, I told him who was boss (bitch slapping him through my carrier), and it's been great ever since!!! *big grin*
Life with my new brother is pretty good. He likes to harrass me occasionally. Most times I don't mind. In fact, I like chasing him around our new house. He's such a goof! There's lots of room to run around. But there's times I have to swat him and tell him to "knock it off!" I don't think he'll ever grow up! He can be so immature.
He's not very cuddly -- at least not with me. In the beginning, he used to let me snuggle with him, but that changed as I got older. Maybe he'll let me snuggle again when we get older.
We're pretty spoiled. I have lots of toys to play with, several cozy beds to sleep in and mom's lap to snuggle on. One of my favorite activities is getting in mom's lap and rubbing my face on the tip of her nose, while she rubs my belly. She gives great belly rubs! Even Bek agrees.
That's all for now!
rubs, purrs and snuggles,
Bitsy
4 Comments:
What a cute story, Bitsy. You are a very lucky kitty to be rescued from the shelter like that. I hope that you show Bek a little respect every now and again...he is your brother afterall. ;-)
Thanks. I think I'm lucky too. Even if I have to put up with HIM, Bek's really not that bad.
Mom posting for Bitsy
oh how sweet. a man who loves cats too. you lucky girl.
i had a husband who was and still is an ass. he used to kick our dog. i hate that. i had a little kitten, and it liked to get on us when we slept, one night it got onto his face, and it ticked him off, he gave it a toss, and it hit the wall, and it's hip was broken. i think he might have felt bad? i'm not sure. all i know is that anyone that can hurt animals is a person who deserves to be hurt.
Yea! I found your blog again. No thanks to my blindness (Foo's Blog does say *TURTLE* right next to your link.)
Bitsy is sooo cute.
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