Tales of Simba the Mini-Kitty

Hi, my name is Simba. This is my story. I hope you enjoy reading it.

I cannot tell you much about my first months of life because I do not want to remember them. As you can tell, I was born and sometime in my first five months I was sent to a place called the Humane Society (HS). I hated that place.

I guess I was scared. The people there called me “Shy.” I just did not trust any person or any of the other cats. They put me in a room with three other cats. I ran and hid under a bench so those cats would not see me. They just kept hissing at me.

The people at the HS gave me shots and then did a surgery on me. I guess that was to make me more adoptable. I sure did not like how I felt for a while. Whenever a person came near me, I would try to hide, even when they would bring food or clean out the litter box.

When I overheard someone say, “I don’t think this one is going to be adopted any time soon,” I felt so discouraged. I desperately wanted to escape.

Shortly thereafter, a young boy and his aunt came to the HS to adopt a kitten. They checked out a lot of kittens and younger cats. Then, they stopped by my little room. The boy came in, sat down on the bench where I was hiding, and started talking to me in the nicest voice I had heard. Now, I was curious. He did not try to pick me up; he just sat there.

Who was this person? He seemed different than anyone else. I decided he might be interesting to know, so I sniffed him out. He stretched out his hand and waited for me to sniff it. He seemed so nice, I finally let him run his hand over my back.

The boy slowly backed out of the room and told his aunt that he liked me but wanted to check out some others before he made his decision. I was crushed. I liked him because he was not like other people.

About 30 minutes later, I saw the young boy coming back to my room. Again, I hid, but he talked to me very softly until I finally ventured out from under the bench.

He reached out, and I let him hold me. What a great feeling! To this day, I know what it is like to be loved, because Daddy “J” and Auntie took me into their lives and into my forever home.