Thanks. Nope, Gizmo is just a neighborhood kitty. My husband seen him at the neighbors and said if you want a cat, that's the one. He was this cute little kitten with a very pudgy belly. My neighbors called him rolly-polly because he would fall over trying to clean himself. My mom and I bathed him (by dunking him in and out of a bucket). He didn't mind and I just remember being shocked by how tiny he really was. His nickname is Chubba because my family always used to say about how huge our cat was. He has lost a few pounds since his diagnosis. I would always defend him and say he's just a big kitty and he truely was. He is such a sweet, lovable little guy!
Now my civvie, has an interesting story also. She was a stray that showed up on my mom's porch. My mom tried several times to get her to move on, but she just wouldn't. So she took her with her as she took out the garbage (we always say she took Daisy out with the garbage, but she was really bringing her across the road to our neighbors barn where all the strays hang out). Well, Daisy thought our back porch was my mom's back porch. So she showed up and I thought for sure she was starving to death. My husband said we have to feed her or she will be dead. We could see her belly contracting ... it was so gross. I said if we feed her, we are keeping her. So, that's how we ended up with 2 cats within a few months.
We had a bunny also and they all got along. Now that's another story. Sorry for rambling ... just made me think back to their kitten days and I started reminiscing.