Gizmo gets a bath

Gizmo has settled in well, and we are enjoying spending lots of time with him. Unfortunately, probably because he was so young when we got him from the pound he hasn't really learnt about cleaning himself properly. Unfortunately for Gizmo, it has gotten to the point where we decided he needed a bath, until he learns to bathe himself. We also wanted to make sure we had gotten rid of any possible fleas etc.

Currently Gizmo fits in the bathroom sink, so we filled it with a little warm water to wet his feet, and then left the water running gently. When we first put him near the water he didn't know what it was, but as soon as he realised we weren't going to let him out, the meow's started. At first it was more of a quiet meow, then it became more insistant, and then it was more like "get me out of here". He scratched a little, but with kitten claws, he didn't do much damage.

He looked even smaller without his fluffy coat. After the bath was finished, we dried him with a towel. He looked so forlorne and bedraggled, but yet so cute. We felt bad for him, so we gave him a heat pack to help keep him warm, and he bathed himself whilst sitting on it on the couch.

Now he is much fluffier, and smells nice and clean. Hopefully it lasts a while,or he starts to learn how to bathe himself... otherwise he might just have to get used to more frequent bathing experiences.

My new home

Through Gizmo's Eyes

I'm so happy right now I can't stop purring... I got rescued from death row by some people who seem nice. They took me to somewhere new that has all sorts of fun things to play with, lots of new smells, lots of hidy holes, and places to snuggle that are warm. no more cold cement or metal, no more sad eyes that stare and look away.

I miss my brothers and sisters, but my people play with me. They throw things for me to chase, my favourite being paper butterflies, catnip mice and string. I have my own room with boxes and tunnels, toys and blankets, and lots of things to scratch. I am never hungry, as there is always food.

I sometimes miss the warmth of my brothers and sisters, but my people even let me sleep with them in their bed. Sometimes I like to curl up between their feet, or stretch out in between them, but most of all when it's cold, I like to nudge my way under the covers so I can curl up on their chest where it's warm and I feel like I'm with my mum.

They keep talking about a thing called a bath... I don't know what that is. They keep saying they are going to give me a bath today, I hope it is a fun game...