How Gizzy Izz

It's been too cold to bring Gizzy outside, what with the snow and all. But it should be okay a bit later today. When Mom brought me my birthday presents, she also bought some cat grass for Gizzy. When she would bring him outside, he would walk all around and sniff stuff, then settle down to eat some dead grass. So Mom figured he might like the real stuff. All us cats have tried it.

Gizzy seems to be doing OK. Mom gives him his own stinky goodness every morning while she is in the rainbox and again when she gets ready for bed. He has been drinking from the faucet, eating crunchies and any snacks she hands out. When she has chicken or pork chops, he's right there asking for some.

He sleeps next to her every night, greets her at the door when she comes back from day hunting, and climbs into her lap when she sits down to watch the picture box (when she isn't making kitty quilts). He was also very interested in the little red dot.

He doesn't like to be pestered (note to self: don't surprise him & don't jump on him), but he doesn't mind if I curl up next to him. He's a Geezer, but he's a nice geezer.

Geezer Gizzy. Gizzy the Geezer. Heh.


Oh yeah, Mom's "on vacation" this week. She won't be going back to the day hunting place for something like nine or ten sleeps.