Brought to me as a black kitten. Spent three days cleaning him from head to toe, only to find that he was gray and white. He was the only one to survive from the litter and later found out his mother died of the dirty conditions as he was in. He has been with me since I came off active duty, through my college days, and all of the moves that I made. I do miss him greeting me at the door. Gizmo was a very affectionate cat. He had nuturing affect with everyone he met. He groomed everyone's hair as they held him. He would crawl up under the blanket and sleep in between my arm and body and purrr the night away. After 18 yrs and 7 mnths I find it difficult even now to type my memories of him. My friend, my buddy, my Junior! Rest in Peace. I love you!