Gizmo is one of the kitties who hangs out on our deck. When he (she?) first started visitin' us, we weren't too happy and would hiss, growl and try to attack through the glass. Mom and Dad could always tell when he was out back 'cause we'd both stop whatever we were doin' and go runnin' to "attack". Now we are gettin' used to seein' him, and we feel kinda bad since it am cold here, but Mom and Dad feed him and have put a big crate out there with warm stuff in it for him to sleep in. He gets all close to the door, but when Mom or Dad try to open it, he runs away.
Strider: I likes to try to get Gizmo's tail through the glass, but I never catch it.
Smeagol: One day Dad said maybe Gizmo's a girl and she's visitin' us 'cause we're such studs. Mom said we aren't studs (how RUDE!) 'cause we're nootered.
We're not sure what's gonna happen when it gets warm and there's just a screen between us!