It turns out, Gizmo's a girl. According to the vet, Gizmo lacks the mechanics to be a boy, which was surprising to me because I could have sworn I felt "a pair" when I examined her shortly after she came home.
So now after a week of referring to Gizmo as a him, we have to get used to referring to Gizmo as a her. Poor thing. I hope we didn't contribute to her having an identity crisis or anything.
We don't know her breed (the vet thinks she's a mix) or how big she'll get (we're guessing no more than 5 pounds), or even how old she is (guesstimating 1-2 months), but we do know she's very smart, very curious, and very addicted to broccoli. And as far as I'm concerned, that's all we need to know.
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