SIMBA: The Mini-Kitty #8

My continuing life story.

Have you ever been in a place for a long time where there was only one big room, two beds, a chair, and a TV with very little room to move around in? That is where we spent forever. Auntie says it was only three weeks, but I certainly was glad when it ended.

Momma Kat forced me into that dang carrier again. She put me into the car and I started to cry. Not another long trip! I had my fill of car rides. This time we did not go very far, thank you, Momma Kat. She picked up the carrier and took me into our new house. Auntie showed me where my litter box and my food dishes were. This place was so cool. I could run around with so much space.

Our new home had three levels. There was a huge basement. The main floor had a living room, kitchen, and a big bedroom that was Auntie’s. The top floor had Daddy Steve and Momma Kat’s bedroom and a craft room. I loved to run all over that house.

It took me about a week to learn where everything was, but I loved watching out our back door to the deck. There was a lot going on outside. My favorite thing turned out to be watching the squirrels. Those crazy rodents (that is what Auntie called them) were so much fun. They ran up and down our back fence. I could watch them all day. We even had raccoons running around our yard.

We had been living in our Colorado home for a few months when my Daddy “J” came to live with us. I was excited to see him again, but he would hold me for a few minutes and then go down to his bedroom in the basement and shut the door so he would not be bothered by the family or me. This made me sad because I wanted him to love me.

Even though Daddy “J” did not want much to do with me, the rest of the family tried their best to love me and play with me. I love them all. Daddy Steve would play with me with his light thing. They all wanted to hold me and show me how much they cared.

Momma Kat and Daddy Steve are very talented people. Momma Kat makes wreaths and a thing she calls “a table runner.” That is another thing I don’t understand: how does a table covering make a table run? Daddy Steve designed and made countertops for the kitchen and two bathrooms. They were cool, but I was not allowed to jump on them for several days.

Daddy Steve also makes coasters. He uses different ways, but always closes the door so I cannot see what he is doing. I do not think he wants me to know how he makes them. He should know no one would understand me because I cannot talk like a human. He really enjoys creating new pictures by doing something called “Mixed Media art.” He would not let me in the room when he is painting. I want to know why he is worried about me telling on him. He does such a great job. We have several of his paintings on our walls.

One thing I remember about our time in Colorado was the COVID thing. Everyone in the family, except for me and Daddy “J” caught that dang bug. If it had been a true bug, I would have caught it and saved my family from being sick.

Auntie says she has no talent, but she really does. She takes care of me and fixes dinners for the rest of the family. She also worked most of the time we lived in Colorado. Next to me, she is the shortest one in the family. She is also the oldest one, I have been told. I love to make her giggle and laugh.