Things that The Redhead calls me:

- Gizmo
- Gizzy
- Giz
- "My furry little man."
- "My green-eyed boy."
- "My green-eyed boy who will NEVER EVER hurt me."
- "Mischievious badger."
- "My fuzzy little guy."
- "My little boy."
- "My fat and happy kitty cat."

Things that The Blonde calls me:

- Gizmo
- Gizzy
- Giz
- "My blumpkin."
- "'Mo."
- "Giz-Man"
- "Giz-to-the-mo"
- "Buddy"
- "Jingles"
- "Whiskerface"

...And they wonder why I just look at the sometimes.

The Redhead and The Blonde both like to drink a dark brown substance in the morning hours. It smells good, but they do not let me get close to it. Sometimes they drink it at other times in plastic containers.

I tried to sneak some sips from The Blonde's container...and she thought it was so cute that she encouraged me and took photos. Silly human.





Selfish Blonde, she failed to give me some in a bowl. Those drinking tubes are too hard for a feline like me to master!

The redhead just gave me a pearl necklace! I feel so loved!

The Blonde and The Redhead have been missing a lot for a week or so. This displeases me because I find myself wanting more affection from them when they are home. I am breaking a key, cardinal rule among felines, that being that the humans must be treated aloofly, so that they do not expect us to come running when they call.

But they do pet and scratch so nicely! And The Redhead gave me tuna twice this week!

I killed the Red Fuzzy Thing on the weekend. The Redhead caught me playing with the head, and then appeared with...a new twin of Red Fuzzy Thing! It will be ravaged, too. Oh, yes, it will.

Also, The Redhead trapped me in the closet on Sunday night. She didn't seem to notice how I was napping under a rack of her many garments, and when I tried to get out...I could not! I heard The Blonde call for me, and tried to run to her, but at that point The Redhead opened the door and I shot out to freedom! It was horrible and it gave me a flashback to The Night Of The Box On My Head last summer. The Blonde rescued me then -- my heroine!

Time for another nap.

 Strange events in my household for the last week.  After The Redhead rearranged furniture in my home, an older blonde lady with glasses came to invaid my space.  She sounded a lot like The Redhead.

The Older Blonde Woman, who called me her "grandkitty," brought toys and attempted to befriend me.  I was having none of that, not with this stranger in my dwelling!  For four nights I grimly tolerated her presence, and on the day she was to leave I allowed her to touch me and pick me up.  It was my way of thanking her for the toys. When she left, The Redhead returned the room to the way it should be.

Having a stranger in my home made me tired.  I have been napping a lot, and playing with some new toys that have come in.  The Redhead has been around a lot, and yesterday I snuggled with her a while. I love warm bodies.

Today The Redhead was up early and left while I was enticing her to scratch my belly.  Ingrate!  She also placed a large dog on top of my perch on her desk.  These actions will not be forgotten.

The Redhead is angering me. For some reason, she moved furniture around in my rooms! (The Blonde has one room, The Redhead has another. The middle rooms are mine.) I have been yelling at her to move things back for the last hour, but she just says, "Gizmo, what do you want?" or tries to pet me. I will have none of this. You do not change things in my room without my permission!

She moved my toys. She moved the glass table in the middle of the room with couches. She put down some sort of mattress and bed on the ground. What is going on?

I knew something was up when she gave me tuna tonight. She thinks she can buy me off, but this will not stand! I want The Blonde to come back home. The Blonde is my ally. She will set The Redhead straight!

I have had a terrible weekend. The Blonde and The Redhead were cleaning, and my mortal enemy -- something called a Dirt Devil -- came out to play and roar. I spent many hours under a bed or in my special crinkly tube behind the couch.

The Redhead took more photos of me the other day and was showing them off here. I am still angry with her. Perhaps I will show my displeasure by flinging my food out of the dish again. MEOW!

Since The Blonde is not here, I am in her room using her computer. She will not mind.

I've been licking up a lot of my hair. I think my winter coat is starting to shed. It looks so nice outside...the sounds of birds mock me from my human prison. Yesterday, when The Redhead was home in the morning, I sent up a real large hairball and some of my dinner. Whoops. The Redhead cleaned it up, like the maid she is, and then gave me extra kibble and pets. Perhaps next time I will cough up the hair when she is in the room with me and extract more sympathy.

I found a fun toy in The Blonde's room. It is a little bottle of color. I chased it outside into the big room this afternoon. I have seen The Blonde use this toy to put color on her claws before, but she used a pen when she painted my claws last month.

My evening nap calls. I must be ready to greet The Blonde when she returns home tonight so we can play. I think I will curl up under her bed now.

Once again, The Redhead is gone.  She left to go to something called "work" with promises she will "buy me kibble."  I fail to see how her being gone means I get more food.  The Redhead is stingy with my food.  I see where it comes from, a big see-through holder in the closet.  One day I will discover the secret to opening doors, and then I will stuff myself with all the kibble I can eat.

The Redhead and The Blonde were gone for a long time yesterday.  During their time away, I went to sit on the warm cube-shaped object that is on The Redhead's desk.  She does not like me up there, but her funny objects that she places in that spot do not stop me.  I am graceful and can move around them.

This morning, The Redhead left a blue cap out from a bottle of a liquid.  The ungrateful cap attacked me while I was trying to entice The Redhead to pet me.  I had to put that blue cap in its place.  I was going to take it to The Blonde, but she did not seem to be interested when I called to her to show her.  She gets mad at me when I show her my kills at night, like the red fuzzy thing, or kill it on her sleeping place.  But I need to provide for her because she gives me treats.

The Redhead has said she is going to take me to "get clipped" soon.  I'm not sure what this means, but it better not be the same thing that happened when I was a wee kitten and I was taken to a vet.

I think I hear The Blonde stirring.  I need to tell her to feed me with talking and letting her pet me and pick me up.  People are suckers for that.

It has been trial and error getting into The Redhead's room and using her computer keys, but finally I have been successful.

My name is Gizmo. Well, that's the name the humans I live with gave me. Before this, people called me Tabby Boy, which I find slightly demeaning. Those were dark days, where I lived in a foster home with many other cats like myself. I had a sister there, and she was cool. But our Foster Dad often wandered around in a bathrobe and we find him slightly creepy.

When I was 8 months old, I was taken in by The Redhead. It was very scary being driven away in a small carrier, held by The Blonde, and taken to a new home. I have managed to repress many of those memories from the first nights.

I have a good life now. The Redhead does not let me leave the indoors, but she and The Blonde lavish me with attention. The Blonde lets me sleep with her, but The Redhead keeps me out of her room at night. Even my cries outside her door, when The Blonde was gone for a while, did nothing to change her mind. However, The Redhead gives me food and cleans out "the shitbox" as the humans call it, so I find her acceptable.

I hear a noise that I must investigate now. Perhaps it is a trapped bird outside the window. Oh, how fun that would be!