This is unfair! This is totally not fair! My person is making me write a blog post about a cat. I’m writing this post totally under duress. I don’t even know what that word means, but I’m under it.
I barely even know this cat. He showed up at my house a couple days ago and every time I try to get to know him I get locked in the bedroom. I’m tired of getting left in the bedroom so I guess I’ll just ignore him for awhile.
But there’s a mystery to this cat. I recognize his smell. His smell has been sticking to some of my friends that visit sometimes. Maybe they got tired of having his smell on them. Oh no, that means his smell is going to be on my people instead.
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Hey, how did that picture get here? How come that cat is sleeping there? I’ve never seen him sleeping on the back of the couch. Every time I see him he’s hiding under something, or behind something. How come he won’t come out when I’m around?
You want me to what, person? Tell everybody his name? I don’t even know his name. What is it? Scratchy Two? I sure hope not. That would really be bad.
Oh. His name is Gizmo. How come he’s here? Are my friends – the ones who smell like him – on vacation?
Oh. They had to move and couldn’t find a place that accepts pets? You mean Gizmo might be here for a long time? I’m stuck with two cats?
I don’t believe it. Gizmo is even trying to out-cute me.
Hey person, do you know anyone who has to move that has a dog?



























































