The white cardboardboxGizmo still slept in was the same box she first opened her eyes in, four moons ago. At first when her little eyes blinked open she had no idea where she was and she was concerned to where her mother went.

After a moon of living in her new environment,when she was stillso small, she realized she may never see her mother again after roaming the perimeter of the small place she had entered into over and over again. The world she was in was nothing like she ever could have imagined. There were tall platforms that stood on pillars that her Nofur put things on. And then there was abig white boxe that whenopened, a light came on to reveal foods of all sorts.And an object she found to be most peculiar was another box, but much smaller than the one with food in it. This box had all sorts of things that Gizmo didn't understand. Her Nofur controlled it with some smaller box and everytime she pressed something on the smaller box, something on the bigger box would change with different colors and sounds.

She found the Nofur world to be quite odd, but she loved her Nofur. Her master was kind and affectionate towards Gizmo.

The young cat lived a good life so far. In a very small home by theold corn field and forest was safe to her, but she still dreamed of being out in the wild at least once in her lifeon an adventure.