Simba: the Mini-Kitty #6

SIMBA: The Mini-Kitty

Did you get things you wanted for Christmas? My family gave me some wrapping paper to play with. They treated me to some ice cream. Then, they laughed as it froze my face. I still finished it after it melted.

I want to continue my story that happened a few years ago, long before I was forced to move first to Colorado and then to Florida.

A large cat in the house, named Romeo, was Daddy “J’s” sister’s cat. He was a poor excuse of a cat, and I should know. He did not have a clue how cats were supposed to take care of themselves. He could not clean himself as often as he should. He was long-haired and shed everywhere.

The worst thing about Romeo was that he would lie down in our litter box, do his job, and then jump out of the box, scattering cat litter all over the house. There were times when he would jump out of the box with his poop hanging on him. Oh, so stinky and disgusting! My humans had to give him a bath and clean up the mess.

Auntie and Mamma Kat decided they could not take any more of Romeo’s antics. They found a large animal carrier, placed him in it, and took him to the Humane Society. I felt bad for him because I hated that place, but the house became quieter and much more comfortable for all of us.

For the first time, I was the only cat in the house. It seemed so odd, but now I had everyone’s attention. I really loved all that attention. At the time, I did not see any more pet competition coming to live with us. How wrong I was!

In a few months, Daddy “J’s” Sister brought her boyfriend to live with us. She had adopted a dog named Maggie. and he had a cat named Walter. As Auntie described it, there was a “disturbance in the Force” around the house.

I did not mind Maggie too much. After all, she was a dog, and we tended to ignore each other. Walter, on the other hand, was a menace to our society. He hated me, and I hated him. He tried to kill me once, and then Sister blamed me for starting the war. It finally came out that Walter did not like other cats. I was just in his way. The family decided to try and keep us apart from each other.

There was a rumor going around that Daddy Steve was looking for a new job over in Colorado, wherever that was. Momma Kat and Auntie went with him to check out the job and left me home to be taken care of by Daddy “J.” I could have died because he forgot to feed me most of the time. They were gone for only three days, thank God.

Surprise! Daddy Steve was hired for the job in Colorado. He and Momma Kat headed to the new location to find a place to live. I am glad they left Auntie to take care of me. I loved and trusted her.

The move to Colorado will be continued in the next post.

Daddy Steve has designed a new T-shirt with cats on it. I think it’s kind of cute. Check out our webpage: midwifehelensfamily.com and let us know if you like it.