How It Izz Without Our Giz

We all miss Gizzy.

Mom slows the car machine down as she drives up the driveway every day to look at the window where Gizzy would wait for her. She says she doesn't expect to see Gizzy, but she'd like it if either Jasmine or I would watch for her, or greet her at the door.

She says it's weird not to see Gizzy waiting for her to get out of the rainbox every morning. And there is no reason to let the water run in the bathroom sink any more, because both Jasmine and I drink from the various water bowls we have around the house.

Gizzy always was wherever Mom was, watching her, or napping nearby. Now, sometimes she finds herself all alone in a room, and that's new for her.

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Jasmine misses her pal. She and Gizzy would nap next to each other in Mom's chair. They didn't fight. He liked the high places and she didn't. They could both sleep on Mom's bed at night. They took turns on her lap.

Jasmine was Mom's cat, and Gizzy was Mr Karate's cat for about 7 years. Then Mr Karate went away to college. Gizzy was lonely and spent more time near Mom. Jasmine didn't really like it at first, but they worked it out. When Gizzy got sick, he wanted to spend as much time as he could in Mom's lap, and Jasmine kinda got left out. So now that Gizzy is gone, Jasmine wants Mom back as her special person. I guess I understand.

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I miss Gizzy a lot. I know he was a geezer cat, sick and old, but when I came to live here, he was really nice to me. He let me lie next to him. He'd wash my ears. We'd play a little bit. He didn't like it when I squished him when we were on the cat hammock together, but I liked to be near him. Now I don't have anybody to cuddle up next to. Jasmine doesn't want me anywhere near her, and I'm just not ready to sit in Mom's lap, or let her pick me up.

When Gizzy was sick, he would sleep next to Mom on the bed. In the morning, before Mom would wake up, I would lie down next to him. Mom would wake up, and reach down to pet us, and she would pet me too. I think she even pet my belly a coupla times, but it was okay, cause I knew she was stuck under the covers. Now, Jasmine either sleeps at the end of Mom's bed, and watches the door from inside the bedroom, or she sits on the big blue chair in the table room and guards it from outside. If I even try to get into Mom's bedroom, she hisses at me. So if I wanted to sleep on the bed or on the comfy chair in there, I can't.

If Jasmine is in the kitchen, she hisses at me if I try to come in. I am lucky that I can jump higher than she can, so I can jump onto the counter to get my crunchies. The table in the table room is really big, plenty big for all of us, but if I try to get up there in the morning when Mom is eating breakfast, Jasmine has a huge hissy fit, and fights me to make sure I don't get up there. And I can't even THINK about getting next to Mom when she is at the computer. Heavens to Murgatroyd, that's Jasmine's spot!

That leaves Mom to give me some touching and cuddling. If you can believe it, I jump on the counter and STARE at her, and MEOW like crazy trying to get her attention. It took a few tries but she finally understood that I wasn't really interested in treats, or more food, that I really wanted her to give me scritches and pets. I'm training her, so she'll KNOW what I want.

Well, ok, I'll take treats too, or more food, if I can get it.