One year ago (on November 4, 2005, to be exact) a young girl brought a shy, polite little four year old cat to my house. An online advertisement described the cat as 'small, agile, declawed female'. I answered the ad and arranged to meet the cat and the girl. The cat was to spend the weekend with me and we would see how she 'auditioned'. The girl did not want the cat back--she and her husband were giving Gizmo away since 'the dog terrorized her'. They had also not taken Gizzy to the vet for one year.
The cat had only two small pathetic toys to her name, but she was inquisitive and playful and made friends quickly. It took her very little time to come out from under the living room sofa and play with the nice cat teaser I'd purchased for her.
After a few hours Gizmo stood by the front door and politely asked to go home. I told her this was her home now. And so it is.
Happy Anniversary, Gizmo! It's been fun! That girl's loss was my gain--I have no idea why anyone would not want to keep a smart, neat, funny little girl like you.
The cat had only two small pathetic toys to her name, but she was inquisitive and playful and made friends quickly. It took her very little time to come out from under the living room sofa and play with the nice cat teaser I'd purchased for her.
After a few hours Gizmo stood by the front door and politely asked to go home. I told her this was her home now. And so it is.
Happy Anniversary, Gizmo! It's been fun! That girl's loss was my gain--I have no idea why anyone would not want to keep a smart, neat, funny little girl like you.