Im back and better than ever

Through Gizmo's Eyes

Im back!
I wasn't feeling well last week. I banged my head and eye on the bookcase trying to catch the feathers on the dreamcatcher hanging from it... The feathers looked so pretty. They changed colours when the light hit them on different angles...just like the fishies... I should have known. Anyway, my humans took me to the vet and got me some horrible medicine, but it made me feel better. They snuggled me and looked after me, and now I'm back to my mischievious self.

I have a lot of blogs to catch up on, but for this one I'm still a little sleepy after my medicine, so I just thought I would let you all know I'm better, and show you some pictures of my nice warm sleeping bag mum made me, She bought a nice warm fluffy blanket the colour of chocolate, and she cut it in 3 strips. Each strip she folded and stitched up. now I have a nice sleeping bag to snuggle into. It reminds me of snuggling with my brothers and sisters.

Thanks for all the Purrs

xox

Gizmo

Gizmo's Favourites

Favourite toys
tennis balls
bouncy balls
pom poms
cardboard boxes of any size
balls of paper
paper butterflies
balls of foil
string of any kind
toilet paper/empty toilet rolls
empty cling wrap rolls
catnip mice
ribbon
peoples hair
peoples ankles
peoples hands
drains
bath/sink plugs

Favourite Places to Sleep
anyones lap/chest/neck
under blankets
open or closed lap tops
on a heat pack
in boxes
under the desk
on the couch or bed
in the pot plants
anywhere in the sun
in the cupboards
in the camping chair

Favourite Mischief Making Activities

chewing electrical cords

playing with blinds

jumping up walls

jumping out at people

attacking feet

biting hard

pulling up the drains

hiding anything from jewlery to bath plugs
going fishing in the fish tank

waking up people with kisses so they don't mind

scratching on doors

Hates

being left alone

being cold
having baths
not having someone to play with
being bored
getting in trouble

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...