Gizmo’s always been the silent type. Except for a little squirrel-esque chatter with her sister, she doesn’t say much. The only exception is when she’s carrying around one of her “babies”.
She’s never actually had kittens. The very first day the vet tells me a pet is old enough to be fixed, I’m there at 8am with pet and checkbook in hand. But we had a soft, smushy ball of some sort and a long time ago she started carrying it around in her mouth, making little kitten crying sounds. The ball became known as “Gizmo’s baby”.
Then Mini the dog came to live with us and killed Gizmo’s baby. It was very sad.
But Gizmo loves to play Mommy to crying faux-babies, so she’s adopted other things to be her kittens. Most notably—the soft, orange darts for the Nerf guns. And she learned after the shredded ball incident, so she takes her mewling Nerf dart babies and hides them away in a safe place. A very safe place.
Somewhere in my house is a nest of at least fifty Nerf babies. Meanwhile, the kids are left to fight epic Nerf gun battles…with three darts.