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I am Simbie! King of the Jungle - Well - Sorta

Message from My Mommy...

My Mommy is very sad today. She wanted all of us to share it with everyone here, and to stress the importance of taking care of us furbabies:

Open letter to the person who dumped their kitten on my road:

I stopped my truck today when I saw Your poor, lost kitten sitting in the middle of the road today. Your kitten was sitting in a dangerous spot in the middle of the road near a curve and could have very easily been hit by an oncoming vehicle.

This type of danger bothers me....Does it you??

The little thing walked across the road in front of my truck and hid in the ditch...until I put my hazards on and got out to check on Your kitten. However, once I called to Your kitten, it came quickly out of the ditch meowing loudly and crying out for help.

Starved, hungry, lost, alone, injured.

Your kitten's little tail had no skin left to it. It was horrible looking and was fly infested. Did that deter from the fact that Your kitten still had a wonderful personality?

No.

Already purring, this sweet little angel broke my heart.

I didn't have it in me to walk away. Obviously you did....

As I walked to the back of my truck to retrieve a blanket, Your kitten followed me, crying, meowing, and begging not to be left alone....again. Your kitten put its paws up on my legs and cried to me.

I laid my blanket down on the ground, and Your kitten crawled right in, obviously relieved to have some sort of kindness given to it in its short, little life. I got the flies off of Your kitten's tale and gently wrapped it up in my blanket.

Crawling back inside my truck, cradling this little angel in my arms, my mind raced. What could I do for this little angel?

Did you wonder what you could do for Your kitten? Did it even cross your mind?? Other than dumping your responsibility along my road??

I knew I couldn't take this little angel home because it was sick, and I knew I couldn't expose my angels to whatever was wrong. I drove on, my mind still racing. While I was driving, Your kitten purred and meowed to me and put its little paws on my neck and face. I looked down into its little eyes so full of love and trust, and my heart broke again.

I did the only thing I knew to do. I drove to the vet. This little angel never fought me once. Being in my truck never scared the little thing in the slightest; neither did the walk into the vet's office along a loud street.

Upon an examination by the vet, I received the bad news that Your kitten was indeed very sick. The maggot infestation was severe...even to the point that if the tale would have been amputated, it wouldn't have removed the infestation. The vet advised that it would be best if Your kitten were put to sleep.

I asked if I could say goodbye to Your kitten. They brought it back out to me, still purring, and I said goodbye.

I cried for Your kitten....Did you??

My heart aches for Your kitten....Does yours??

Message from My Mommy...

My Mommy is very sad today. She wanted all of us to share it with everyone here, and to stress the importance of taking care of us furbabies:

Open letter to the person who dumped their kitten on my road:

I stopped my truck today when I saw Your poor, lost kitten sitting in the middle of the road today. Your kitten was sitting in a dangerous spot in the middle of the road near a curve and could have very easily been hit by an oncoming vehicle.

This type of danger bothers me....Does it you??

The little thing walked across the road in front of my truck and hid in the ditch...until I put my hazards on and got out to check on Your kitten. However, once I called to Your kitten, it came quickly out of the ditch meowing loudly and crying out for help.

Starved, hungry, lost, alone, injured.

Your kitten's little tail had no skin left to it. It was horrible looking and was fly infested. Did that deter from the fact that Your kitten still had a wonderful personality?

No.

Already purring, this sweet little angel broke my heart.

I didn't have it in me to walk away. Obviously you did....

As I walked to the back of my truck to retrieve a blanket, Your kitten followed me, crying, meowing, and begging not to be left alone....again. Your kitten put its paws up on my legs and cried to me.

I laid my blanket down on the ground, and Your kitten crawled right in, obviously relieved to have some sort of kindness given to it in its short, little life. I got the flies off of Your kitten's tale and gently wrapped it up in my blanket.

Crawling back inside my truck, cradling this little angel in my arms, my mind raced. What could I do for this little angel?

Did you wonder what you could do for Your kitten? Did it even cross your mind?? Other than dumping your responsibility along my road??

I knew I couldn't take this little angel home because it was sick, and I knew I couldn't expose my angels to whatever was wrong. I drove on, my mind still racing. While I was driving, Your kitten purred and meowed to me and put its little paws on my neck and face. I looked down into its little eyes so full of love and trust, and my heart broke again.

I did the only thing I knew to do. I drove to the vet. This little angel never fought me once. Being in my truck never scared the little thing in the slightest; neither did the walk into the vet's office along a loud street.

Upon an examination by the vet, I received the bad news that Your kitten was indeed very sick. The maggot infestation was severe...even to the point that if the tale would have been amputated, it wouldn't have removed the infestation. The vet advised that it would be best if Your kitten were put to sleep.

I asked if I could say goodbye to Your kitten. They brought it back out to me, still purring, and I said goodbye.

I cried for Your kitten....Did you??

My heart aches for Your kitten....Does yours??

When you gotta go.... You gotta GO!!!

My name is Simbie, and I get kinda scared sometimes - well most of the time. Well, anyways, there was one weekend where Mommy had been sick, and she hadn't cleaned out the litter boxes like she normally does (no one does it but her for the most part).

Well, I noticed that she was getting ready to do the boxes, and I was sniffing at them trying to figure out which one to use. I had been waiting for her to clean them, but I REALLY had to go now. I walked into them and then walked out,but it's just not the same if they're not clean. Mom knew she'd better hurry and get them cleaned.

She cleaned out one box and then backed out of the room to give me some privacy since she knows I'm kinda skittish. Well, you might know, I ended up taking my old sweet time going back to the box. Hey, you know it just has to be perfect. But in the meantime, my sister, who is a calico (MISS Chloe) walks in, right passed me, and goes right into clean box. I walked over and looked in the box at her, and she was sitting in MY clean box with this smug look on her face. So I stood there about to do the "pee-pee" dance in frustration that she had ditched the line.

Not really wanting to face MISS Chloe, I sniffed at the dirty box again and walked into it again, but the other box was MY box, and mom had cleaned it out for ME! I walked back out of it, and sniffed in at MISS Chloe again.

Well, you know, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do - even if we are a bit skittish. And so, I mustered all my bravery and looked at Mom and sniffed at her with a "I'm going in."

Into the box I climbed with Her Royal Highness MISS Chloe! It was kinda tight in there because mom says I'm such a big boy, so I had to keep my front paws out of the box. But, man, what relief it was!

Mom, who had been watching the whole thing unfold, was cracking up. I didn't think it was funny at all.

Well, Miss Chloe was not in the slightest bit amused. Her Royal Highness burst around me and out of the box spitting and sputtering and shaking her paws at me like, "WELL! I NEVER!!!"

Bet she never ditches the line again!!!