Likes: Sleeping and being scratched under her chin
Favorite Toy: Ear plugs
Favorite Nap Spot: Between the pillows on the bed
Favorite Food: Meow Mix
Skills: She helps mom play cards
Arrival Story: It is a sad story as how Gizmo came to be with us. There was a mother cat that had a littler of kittens in my grandparents coal cellar. Brett picked out one of those kittens. It was his first ever pet that was all his own. He named her Zoe. When Zoe was of age, we took her to get spayed and declawed. That is when tragedy struck. The vet gave poor Zoe too much anesthia and ended up putting her to sleep. Brett was devastated. A few months later, that same cat had another litter of kittens (we did try to catch her to have her fixed, but she was feral and we weren't able to get her). All the kittens found homes, however, the home that one kitten went to called and said they didn't want the kitten anymore and my dad could come get it if he wanted it. These people said she got outside and was hiding under the trailer for over a week. My dad immediately went and got the kitten. The poor little thing looked horrible. She was covered with greasy stuff and was so skinny, we honestly didn't think was going to make it. Brett heard about this kitten and wanted to see her. When he saw the tiny, scared little kitten, he wanted her. We tried to tell him that we weren't sure if she was going to make it, but he said he didn't care, he wanted to try and help her. So, we took the little kitten home and Brett was initially going to call her Tiger, but because she didn't have stripes, he decided on Gizmo from the movie "Gremlins". We took Gizmo to the vet and they cleaned her up, gave her all her shots and gave us special food to feed her for a couple of weeks. Boy, what a difference a couple of weeks can make! Gizmo was looking great and settling in to her new home. A tragedy for one, brought new life to another. Gizmo is a lucky cat, but we are even luckier to have her in our lives.
Bio: Gizmo is a strange little cat. For years she would tremble when she would fall asleep. We thought it might have been a "phantom pain" from the time when all the fleas invested her poor little body. She grew out of it by about age 7 I believe. She doesn't like any food except dry Meow Mix. That includes any kind of treats, table food, anything. I've never known a cat that would NEVER want treats. She also doesn't like to play very much either. Once in awhile she'll bat around her little yellow spongy ball or chase something that I'll drag across the bed or floor, but for the most part, she doesn't play. Oh yeah, she does love ear plugs!! She steals mine off of the nightstand all the time and carries them around and bats them around the bedroom. The worst thing about her is that she won't use her litterbox if you aren't home and let her run loose in the house. Because of this, she must stay in a crate when no one is home. I know that sounds cruel, but it was either that or the humane society. We don't know why and the vet couldn't find anything physically wrong with her to explain it either. So, when we aren't at home, she spends time in her crate. She really doesn't seem to mind though and she even goes into at times when she doesn't have to. Gizmo is also afraid of everything! Anything that is not familiar to her will send her running faster than a gunshot. We are pretty sure this came from her experience living under that trailer for a week. Poor girl, does have a lot of issues, but she does seem very happy now. She loves to play with Chloe'. She'll wait for Chloe' to walk by then she'll pounce out at her. When Chloe' goes to play back, Gizmo will stand on her hind legs and bat at Chloe'. It is a cute little game they play. She also loved to be with Mickey, my torti who passed away a year ago. They slept together on the bed, played together, they were pretty much inseparable. She really missed Mickey for a long time after she passed away, but Gizmo seems to be okay now. Oh yeah, it was after Mickey passed away that Brett gave me Gizmo. Gizmo was always Brett's cat. He took care of her, paid all her bills, and played with her. Of course I did too, but she was his. But after Mickey passed away, Brett knew how upset I was so he told me I could have Gizmo. That really touched me because I know how much Brett loves Gizmo. So this strange little kitty with all her little quikes is now my little Gitmo. GIzmo is also my Texas Hold'em partner. Whenever I am playing on the computer, Gizmo will reach up and pat me with her paw, wanting me to pick her up. I put her on the desk and she'll sit there for hours with me, watching as I play. I swear she would tell me when to fold, call or raise if she could. Gizmo also loves to crawl up and snuggle in the crock of my arm when I go to bed and she will purr until we both fall asleep.
Boy did I ever have a rough week. As you know it started off bad when I went for my yearly dental cleaning. Well let me tell you, it didn't get any better. The first couple of days weren't too bad, but the amoxicillian was upsetting my tummy and each day it got worse. Mom noticed almost immediately that I wasn't eating, drinking and using potty as much as I normally do and became very concerned. She called the vet and he said to cut my pills in 1/4 and give to me 4x a day instead of 1/2 2x a day. Now really, does that sound like it would make much of a difference to you? It's the same total amount but in small doses and I'll tell you, it didn't help. Poor mom was freaking out and because I wouldn't eat or drink over the weekend, mom was giving me water by syringe and I did eat a little on my own, but not much. Mom finally decided that she didn't care what the vet said and she stopped giving me my amoxi after Sunday morning and let me tell you, I started to feel MUCH better! I wasn't sick in the stomach and I ate and drank and you would have thought mom won the lottery when she came up and saw a big spot of urine in my box. She was jumping up and down and hugged and kissed me:) She was really worried that my kidneys were shutting down cause I didn't potty for a day. I just didn't drink anything for me to potty, but thanks to mom, I am back to my old self. She did call the vet Monday morning and told him what happened over the weekend and he wasn't thrilled about me not finishing the next 2 days of amoxi, but agreed that it was better and if the amoxi more than likely already did it's job in keeping infection away since my procedure. I am just very fortunate to have a mom who is attentive to my habits and who loves me enough to do what she knows is right for me. Yes the vets are smart and know what is good for me, but NO ONE knows me better than mom and I trust her totally!
Another reason I wasn't having a great weekend was cause Emilie came to visit. Don't get me wrong, I love her and all and she's usually very gentle with me, but I wasn't feeling good and she did seem to want to mess with me more than usual this past weekend. But mom did a good job at keeping her away from me. There was only one time when she snuck back to my room and when she was petting me she was a little rough. It didn't happen long though cause mom came back and saw her and stopped her thank goodness. But honestly, I'm not a kid kinda cat so even when I'm feeling good I'm still not comfortable around them. To each their own!
I am SOOOOOOOOOOOO not happy with mom right now! Yesterday was an absolutely HORRIBLE day! I should have known it was coming when I saw my carrier in the living room. Honestly, I thought we were going to the cabin cause we haven't been there in so long, but boy was I wrong! Yesterday morning when mom put me in my carrier without giving me my pill first I knew I was in trouble and exactly where I was headed... to the vet! Yep, it was that time of year again and I know it's a necessary evil, but it doesn't mean I have to like it.
The trip down wasn't too bad. I cried a little, but mom kept petting me so that helped me stay calm, but it was all downhill after that. The vet checked me out then started my hand scale. That's bad enough, but then he found that I had a cavity and he needed to extract one of my teeth. When I saw the needle coming I knew it wasn't going to be good. Although I slept through the actual pulling of my tooth, the before and after really had me worked up and I did my best to settle down until dad picked us up and I finally got home.
I heard mom talking to dad and the vet said I lost a little over a pound since last year. The vet said he was concerned with that and also because my heart rate was high. HELLO!!! Do you think that might have had something to do with my VERY high level of anxiety??? Mom wasn't worried too much about the heart rate and even the vet said that yes, he's sure that's why, but she is concerned about my weight and so is the vet. I do eat and I've actually not been vomitting much lately either. Dad said it's cause I'm getting older and losing muscle. Mom said she's going to keep a close eye on my weight cause I only weigh 5.1 lbs. I've been eating, drinking and using my potty like I should and I am a happy cat (although not at this moment) so mom shouldn't worry. Unfortunately this is part of getting old:(
Anyway, I didn't want much to do with mom when she came home last night and refused to lay with her on the bed or on the sofa. I know she took me to keep me healthy and I'm over it now, but it doesn't help that she has to shove a pill down my through 2x a day either. I did sleep with her last night and hung with her in the bathroom this morning while she was getting ready for work, but then she shoved that pill again and that upset me. I know, I know, I shouldn't be mad at mom and I'll try not to, but the next 10 days is really gonna stink!
Mom has been hit with the flu bug and I sure hope I don't get it! She has been home all week with this flu bug thing and boy is she sick. I haven' seen mom like this in a very long time. She's either sick in the bathroom or curled up in bed or on the sofa. She even got that shot to keep the bug away, but it still got her. That is one nasty bug and it better stay away from me! I've been sleeping with mom when she's in bed trying to help her feel better and I've been on my best behavior using my litter box like I'm suppose to. Don't want to upset mom while she's not feeling well. She did go back to work today, but she's still not 100%. I suspect she'll be home early.
On another note, we're suppose to go to the cabin but now there is another winter storm coming so I don't know if we'll make it. We may get blowed out here at home, but there is no way for us to get in the driveway at the cabin and then into the cabin cause there's no one to blow us out up there. Mom said it depends on how much we get as to whether or not we go. I'm keeping my paws crossed that we go cause I love the cabin and my freedom and I know we won't be going again for a while.
Well, I'm gonna go back to napping and wait for mom to get home. If you have to be out in this winter storm, be careful and stay warm and safe!