Everyone, meet Gizmo
He is a flame point Himalayan/Persian mix which is like a cousin breed to our Ragdolls.
We found him on Craigslist and the lady said he was eight weeks old. On the way home I saw a couple fleas on him, so we went straight to the vet’s to get him dipped. The vet took one look at him and said, “That cat is not eight weeks old. He is way too young for anything other than a bath and a flea comb.” So we did as we were told.
We felt strongly about getting a kitten instead of an older cat. This little guy has a big job ahead of him to fill the shoes of our sweet Lobo, and as a kitten we have the best chance of training him (as much as you can ever really train a cat) to be Atti’s best buddy and playmate.
Since Lobo died I’ve been so sad that he wasn’t here just as Atti started really discovering the cats. Now that he can commando crawl he’s been trying to chase them all over the house, shouting Kitty! Kitty! the whole way, but the older girls want nothing to do with him. Now he plays with little Gizmo and laughs his head off as the kitten frolics around him.