Gizzie died in May, 2008. We'd had her for 19 years, having been
given her as a rescue cat when she was far too young to leave her
mother (She was about six weeks old). I struggle to write this
because Gizzie was part of my life for every second of those 19 years.
As an indoor cat, Gizzie spent her days following me around the
house and her nights sleeping on my bed. I miss her terribly.
We had a call from a friend called Colleen who had rescued a cat
who had just given birth to kittens in a dark cupboard under
the stairs of a house. The owners didn't want the kittens and were
intent on 'disposing' of them as quickly as possible and by whatever
means presented itself. Colleen couldn't allow that, so she ended
up with mother and kittens.
We were asked to take a kitten and Gizzie was the one I picked out. Boy
did I pick a good one! The first night we 'lost' her. In the
early hours of the night I went to check on her in the box in
my bedroom and she'd disappeared. I turned over the whole bedroom
trying to find her and eventually found her fast asleep under
a bureau - how should could have slept through the amount of
noise I'd been creating, I cannot guess.
Then there was the eating issue. Being so young she wasn't really
weaned off her mother, so feeding was likely to be an issue. As
it was, she refused to eat anything including milk. After a coupe
of days we ended up at the vets looking for help to get her to
eat, especially as she was so young and in need of food.
We left the vet with a syringe. Using that, we were able to get her
to take milk, but she still refused the mashed up kitten food
we offered. Not sure how we arrived at the solution, but we
found that she would, however, eat chopped up chicken roll. No
problem with that!
Chicken roll may have been a mistake. She wouldn't go near cat food
after that. Over the years we tried cat food, but she stuck with a
cooked meat diet. When she tired of chicken roll, she switched to
turkey. When she tired of turkey, it was the best beef. When she
tired of beef, it was back to the chicken. Do you have any idea
how idiotic you feel going round Tesco, bulk buying Bernard
Matthews chicken roll for the cat!
She also liked prawns - just as Fred had.
When we had Gizzie, I was working from home - from my bedroom to
be more exact. I was all set-up, nice computer table and comfortable
office chair. The cat took one look at this set-up and immediately
commandeered the chair! So while I stood and kneeled in front of
the PC, she say comfortably, wrapped in a blanket, on the
chair. I ended up with a stool... but she was a kitten and I couldn't
bring myself to turn her off.
Circumstances were that I had to go out to work again and she took
over the bed instead. Of a night she took over the bottom right
corner and I got what was left. In the day, she had the top
left - basically, my bed was covered with the cats' blankets and
I was allowed to sit in any spare gaps she left me.
Eventually, I changed jobs again and ended up working from home
again. She took a dislike to PCs and showed it by leaving the
room whenever I turned one on, so at least I got to sit on the
chair, even if I did feel like a heel.
As she got older, she got used to the fact that I needed to work
and that meant the PC so she returned to the bed during the day.
I could go on like this for a long time, but I'm sure you
have no interest in my memories.
Last few years, she started to show her age. It became obvious that
she was struggling to jump on the bed so, naturally, I bought
her a box - that went down well once she worked out what it
was for! Sadly, her back legs were weak and eventually, the
box wasn't helping as much as it used to. So I did what you
would expect - I had steps custom made for her - well you
have to don't you.
For the last 12 months she was constantly at my side. During the
day she came in to my home office and turned me off the chair (so
I was back to sitting on a stool) and during the evening she
was back to the bedroom and sitting on my chair. I was
allowed to sit on the bed.
Towards the end of April, she started having problems with eating
and on May 4, 2008 was finally put to sleep by the vets after
diagnosing severe liver problems. She was my best friend for 19 years
and I'm lost without her.