Gizmo (In Memory, 2013)


Domestic Shorthair
Picture of Gizmo (In Memory, 2013), a female Domestic Shorthair

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Home:Rochester, NY  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Female   Weight: 8 lbs.

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Nicknames:
Gizzy, FuzzButt, Cuteness, Sweetness

Kitty Complexion:
 Activeness 
sleepyvery active
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Curiosity 
not curiousvery curious
 
 Friendliness 
timidaffectionate
 
 Vocal 
not vocalvery vocal
 

Quick Bio:
-cat rescue

Gotcha Date:
November 4th 2005

Birthday:
July 4th 2001

Coloration:
Black and White

Likes:
affection and playtime with her fur mouse!

Pet-Peeves:
not playing with her fur mouse!

Favorite Toy:
fur mouse. Real fur, not polyester

Favorite Nap Spot:
with me in bed, or on her kitty palace (a nice cat tree)

Favorite Food:
rabbit (Nature's Logic Rabbit Dinner) she will eat pizza and tuna and chips if she can get them--but she doesn't get them any more.

Skills:
Gizmo is talky, highly intelligent, and an expert jumper. She understand many English words and 'talks' in phonetics, even calling her human's name!

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
Gizmo was given up for adoption by a young couple who would rather have a dog. I advertised for a good natured adult declawed cat and was referred to Gizmo's owner by a cat rescue worker at my place of employment. Gizmo came over to audition for the job on Guy Fawkes' Day and has stayed with me ever since!

Bio:
Gizmo moved with me to Canada in 2008, without complaint. She adapted to two apartments, modelled for illustrations in TWO published books (she's on the cover of both!) and survived large cell malignant lymphoma for three and one half years...without chemo...longer than any other cat, ever. She also survived surgery for nasal tumors, a stroke, and food poisoning from dodgy cat food before finally being put to rest when her lymphoma returned in 2013. It had metastasized into her lymph nodes, so there was no hope of saving her. She had a lovely fish dinner with her human friends on the night before she was put to sleep...and she is now at rest. Gizmo was the bravest cat I've ever known, a dear little clown, and my very good friend. She was mourned by people from every continent on Earth. Thank you all for being her friends.

Forums Motto:
She was truly THE FIGHTER.

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Food troubles.

Gizmo (2001-Aug. 30 2013) Thank you for being my friend.

I've Been On Catster Since:
January 14th 2007 More than 7 years!

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Catster Id:
458905


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The Gizmo Chronicles


Dirt

February 16th 2007 2:44 am
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Mummy had another human over to the house yesterday. This human was 'allergic to cats' and so the small vacuum was brought out. My kitty palace (the one I'm curled up in) was cleaned. I hid while it was done since I do not like the noise.

The lady came with bags and bags of things that were sealed so I could not get into them. It was some sort of 'makeup lesson' and the lady talked and talked but did not pet me.
The stuff in the bags smelled interesting. Mummy was putting some of it on her hands and face. I did not ask for any.

The lady did not close the hall door correctly so I was able to get it open and jump for Mouse. It's kept inside a bag, rather high up, and while I could reach the Mouse I couldn't pull the stick out of the bag. So I let them hear me express my displeasure.

The lady had to stop talking and Mummy came, got the Mouse, closed the door to the closet, and played with me for a while.

Humans change their fur daily and they also put things on their face. Mummy is no exception. I like to watch. Humans are also very inefficient about bathing; Ishow Mummy how it is supposed to be done by rather ostentatiously licking my fur in the room where she pours water all over herself. Even a kitten would understand that this is how it is done; but it never seems to stop Mummy.

 

Hiding in small places

February 9th 2007 2:30 am
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I like to be small.
True, I am already a very small cat; but I like to be even smaller, preferably within an enclosed space.
The closet in the studio room, for example, has a shelf that is very slightly off the floor. It was probably designed for a cat since it is almost exactly the height of my head. I squeeze easily in there and turn around and am very quiet.
Mommy had the door fixed so that I can no longer open it with my paw, but sometimes she forgets to close it, and so I go in.
When I'm very quiet, she sometimes doesn't see me and goes out and closes the big door to the hallway. This happened two days ago.
This is not part of my plan. I protested feebly, once, then louder. This has always brought her back to let me out.
I am allowed to change my mind, am I not?
When I do not want to leave the room, I go all soft and flop over. Mummy simply can't seem to pick me up, she claims I go 'liquid'. Yesterday she actually pushed me out the door by sliding me across the floor. It was fun. But my fur was a bit dusty.
There are no more accidents with the printer drawer since it is kept tightly closed. But somehow, I still want to go in there.
As I said before, I sometimes change my mind.

 

Toys

January 28th 2007 2:32 am
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Mummy's mad at me since I have decided that toys I once played with are no longer Interesting.
Unlike most cats, I don't like to have my toys 'rotated'. I like the Same Mouse every day.

Mummy says I can't have the Same Mouse since I ate it. She wants to know why the thing she says is 'the same' isn't appealing to me.

It isn't the Same Mouse, that is why. Mummy spent about a half hour dumping all of my toys on the floor and askimg ME to pick which one I wanted.

I picked one that was rather like the Same Mouse. I did not like it before, I may like it now. For a while.

Mummy tied the other toys up with strings and put them away in the closet, telling me that they were going to stay that way, and there would be no new ones for a while.

It's not New that I need; can't she see that?

 
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