On December 30, 2000, a cold winter's night, this little creature came meowing into my life. It was such a cold night, we thought if we didn't take her home, she probably would have freezed to death. I now think that Tequila sent Gizmo to me.
Gizmo reminds me a lot of Tequila. She has Tequila's personality. She'll sit on your lap until she's hot, then walk to the other end of the couch to get cool, and then come back to your lap when she gets cold again. Sound familiar, Gram?!? Gizmo even has that hip wiggle when she walks like Tequila.
Gizmo likes to sleep in the bedroom at night with us even though 'Daddy' doesn't want her in there. She sleeps either at the foot of the bed in the corner of the waterbed, on the window cell, or lately, her favorite spot is in the closet. Who needs an alarm clock with her around? She seems to always wake me up a few minutes before it goes off. The funny thing is that she doesn't do it when I have the day off. How does she know? Does she count on her paws? That boggles my mind.
Gizmo, I hope I have you around for a long time. You've made losing Tequila a little bit easier for me to cope with. Thank you, Gizmo!
This is Gizmo's Christmas picture with Santa. It was taken at the Humane Society just down the road from us. She was pretty good for Santa and she told him what she wanted for Christmas. Now, will Santa pull through? Hmmm :c)