A few years ago, a dear, dear friend, Pico, began to inspire me to write in new, additional, ways. She suggested new themes to me, different worlds, and offered original ways to augment my animal characters. That is one part of the definition of a muse.
We are told that one eye gold and one eye blue is the Sign of Having Hunted at the Source with Bastet Herself.
Being Herself and No Other
We first met Pico 13 years ago at an animal rescue in the Bay Area. It was love, and recognition, and inevitability at first sight. Once home with us, Pico marched to the beat of her own drum and to the songs of Life that were hers alone and no one else’s. Pico was nothing at all like any of our other littleCats, past and present. We fed and watered her and gave her a beautiful and safe home. I loved her, regarded her, and over the years began to “observe” her, attune to her. I am sure she did the same to me, in her ways.
Pico Became a Muse to Me
She became an expert at communicating what she wanted, and I became an expert at being communicated to by her. I began to listen to her carefully, not just to her speech but also to her thoughts. I dreamt of her sometimes. I honestly do not know if she did the same of me. Latterly, I communed with her, often in complete silence. Sometimes we just hung out together, she toking on her catnip joint and sipping fermented tuna juice (JUST JOKING HERE!) and me with my gin and tonic . That is a lot of hours of communion over 13 years and still counting. And so I came to learn from her; learn from her of her ways, and thus the ways of all littleCats, and thus the ways of animals, and thus the ways of Mother EAerth.
The Job Description of a Muse
Pico became a muse to me, a muse that told of the history, and ways, of the tribe of littleCats. She told me other; of life itself, its mystery and fragility and transience. It is a privilege to love, you know. I found myself writing stories where a littleCat (or more than one) was a major character. I found myself thinking about the goddess of all littleCats, Bastet. I found myself honoring this thing called Inspiration.
So I Honor Pico
As far as I know, I had not asked LifeItself for a littleCat muse, but Pico became such, everpresently and enduringly. Thus … I became … amused? That is the perfect word; but already taken, alas! Bemused would also be perfect. But, alas again! Certainly I was not bemused in its usual sense; for I was surely ready for a muse such as her, and I understood perfectly what she was Telling me. Pico is one of the major characters in the novel I am currently working on, LTLIM. Much of The Goddess and the Big Bang, and some current works-in-progress are colored and partially mused by Pico.