Gi-zeu-mo! (6 months in)

It’s been six months since that fateful day when I found Gizmo.  He was a tiny, back arching little thing alone against the world in an empty parking space.  I approached him and presented my hand, upon inspection Gizmo (who had yet to be named). Plopped on his side, evidently decided I was friend, not foe.  I scooped him up and brought him to the vet.   Gizmo was enjoying himself, until the vet.  He started squirming and crying but I didn’t want to let him down because I was afraid he may run off or under something.  Then Gizmo pooped, sputtering out some diarrhoea.  He was defeated, shamed, his look said ‘I’m sorry, so sorry.’  I cleaned him and the vet came and checked him out.  Ear mites were the only real health problem.  A relief.  I brought him out of department store and he managed another poop while on the escalator.  This time though a Korean Mother and her son saw us and provided some tissue for cleanup.  I walked home with Gizmo, by now he was taken with me.  I put him down and as I walked along the trees nearby the sidewalk  he mewed and followed.  At one point he even tried to eat  a dried worm, his protests were mighty but I wrestled the worm away.  No more roadkill for my little buddy.     I got Gizmo home and spent the rest of the day doing photo ops and playing with him between his many naps.

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Note:  K found Gizmo and did all this stuff, not me.  I just like to pretend that I found him.