Tales of Simba: The Mini-Kitty #4

Thanks for stopping by. Here's a little more about my life. Do you like my picture? I am riding on Auntie's rollator, which she calls "Feathers." Don't I look handsome?

How do I describe my new home at the time? I had so much room to run in. There were four levels, and I had a ball chasing up and down the stairs. I played with my new cat brothers and all the humans in the house. I had so much fun! What a joy!

I wish I did not have to say this, but there were some sad times as well. Auntie felt bad because she had to take Robin to the doctor. When she returned, she held me and tried to explain why Robin would not be coming home again. I could see she was very emotional. I loved her and knew she was already missing him.

Daddy “J” always wanted to play with me, but he wanted Auntie to care for me. I have been okay with that. Momma Kat helped Auntie because I needed my nails clipped, and I was a brat. I would not let Auntie do it. Momma Kat had to hold me while she clipped the sharp points on my nails. I hated the noise those clippers made. If I saw those demon clippers before Momma Kat was ready to use them, I would hide.

One of those crazy things my family discovered is that I do not like noisy toys. Give me a balled-up piece of paper, and I will play with it for hours. I enjoy chasing a light from a thing my Daddy Steve pushes a button on. Those are my favorite kind of toys.

Not being good with time (except when I want to be fed), I cannot remember how long after Robin left home, maybe a year, Auntie had to take Hugh to the doctor. Daddy “J” went with her because he wanted to help her. They returned home crying without my older brother. They did their best to try and explain that Hugh went to be with Robin in “Cat Heaven.”

I wondered if this was going to happen to me. Were they going to take me away as well? It took me a little while to feel safe again.

Auntie has told me stories about the black cat she called Dusty. She told me Dusty was a wonderful cat. She could not keep him because she was allergic to him, so she sent him over to her sister (Daddy Steve’s mom). Dusty and Daddy Steve became very attached to each other.

A story Auntie shares with people is how, when Daddy Steve was about three, Dusty sneezed in front of him. When Daddy was sick, his momma used Vicks VapoRub on him, so he figured it would help Dusty. He covered Dusty with this smelly stuff. His momma tried to catch Dusty to clean him up, but he was having no part of any human touching him. Vicks smelled awful, so did Dusty. Auntie says she laughed for days over this episode. I have been very healthy, so I have never needed the Vicks on me.

If you enjoyed this story, keep your eyes out for more, as I still have stuff to tell you.

Love, SIMBA