Channeling Gizzy

Yesterday I had a nap and then decided I needed some scritches. I went and found Mom and asked politely.  She didn't understand, so I had to be a bit more persistent. Finally she figured it out, and we had a nice little scritching session on the recliner.  When Mom got up to go into the sewing room, I stayed on the recliner.  I was quite comfy, as you can see.

Mom took my picture, and it reminded her of Gizzy  in almost the same pose on the same recliner. The photo of him below was taken almost nine years ago.

Of course, Gizzy was a bigger cat than I am.

Thursday Thoughts

This is the picture Scout was talking about yesterday. It shows the love between Mr Karate & Gizzy. Gizzy was 10 when this picture was taken.Here's another one taken at the same time. You can tell these two love each other.

Gizzy is The Cat Who Came Before. He is now frolicking at the Rainbow Bridge. We miss Gizzy.

Wayback Wednesday

Here's our tree this morning. Sorry Crew, there are still leafs on the tree, so you will not win the Last Leaf Falls Contest.

Mom's still at it. She filled two more big black bags with shredded paper, and the shredder is whining. Mom has oiled it, but she thinks she needs to buy special shredder oil. Her shredder doesn't have destructions for oiling. Last night Mom went through a drawer in the file cabinet. She found some picture of Gizzy as a young kit. Lookit those big ears!

Fierce Fighter Day

Today is a day to remember the fierce fighters watching over us from Heaven.

I have two, my big sis Jasmine,
and my bestest pal in the whole wide world, Gizzy.

Wayback Wednesday

For Wayback Wednesday I decided to show you this picture of Gizzy and me that was taken two years ago.

Wayback Wordless Wednesday

(Pssst... Adan, this is Gizzy!)

Two-fer Tuesday

All this thinking of Gizzy made Mom and me a little nostalgic. So today we decided to do a two-fer. Here are two pictures, one of Gizzy drinking water from the faucet (yes it is dripping off his head) and another of me trying to copy him.
I didn't stick my head under the running water, just my paw.

(you can click the pictures to biggify)

Mancat Gizzy

This is a picture of my bestest pal Gizzy. This picture was taken four years ago, when he was 11 years old. Most of you know that Gizzy went to the Rainbow Bridge this past April. He was wonderful, and Mom and I loved him a lot. Like Monty Q, he used to want to go outside all the time.

One of the comments on my blog last week was a question "What is a Gizzy?" Well, Gizzy is this cat, but a "Gizzy" is the name that cats use to refer to the Gizzy Quilts Mom makes. Mom has made over 100 Gizzy and Holiday Gizzy Quilts. (Eek!)

Anyway, before she made Gizzy Quilts, Mom made a bunch of Quilted Chessboards. Here is a picture of one of them, named "Martini."
The chessboards are made of cotton, but have a filling of denim, to keep them stiff. They are "regulation" size, which means the individual squares are 2-1/4" and will work with most standard sized Chess pieces. This chessboard is set up with a puzzle, and the only clue is "White forces Mate." Now, I don't know what that means, but if you do, you can solve the puzzle.

Mom just rebuilt her computer again (don't ask) and she -finally- got all her pictures back on it, so I can finally post today. I was in a missing-Gizzy mood, so that's why we have this nice picture of Gizzy for you tonight.

Wide Wednesday???

I am Not FAT! I'm NOT! This is simply a terribly unflattering pose from a very bad angle. I just needed to stretch a bit. On this new quilt that Mom just finished making for somecat. Everybody knows the camera adds pounds.

I wonder if I am as long as a gizzy* yet?

I bet I'm close.







*Gizzy: (1) Proper Name: Alpha Cat and Big Brother to Millie (1992 - 2007)
gizzy: (2) noun: a standard unit of cat measurement in the cat blogosphere, equal to about 18" ("from his head to his butt"); pl: gizzys see How Big Izz a Gizzy? and Half a Gizzy Away

Don't Cry for Us!

Everycat & bean,

Thanks for your kind thoughts, but please don't cry for us. We are not so sad we are miserable. We are doing OK. Jasmine and I are getting pets from Mom, and we are making sure she isn't lonely. Jasmine and I are figuring out how we are going to get along. I keep asking her to play and she says "Go away!" Someday she'll change her mind, I just know it.

In the meantime, I play in the sewing room when Mom is working on Gizzy Kitty Quilts. Jasmine watches from the worktable.




O.K., so she doesn't watch.

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.