Likes: Hate to say this but he "loves" the blue pillow more than he should.
Pet-Peeves: Does not like to be picked up. He gets very vocal and once put down, he will spent time grooming his hair like he is tell you that he has to get your scent off of him.
Favorite Toy: The blue pillow. He assults it multipal times throughout the day and night.
Favorite Nap Spot: On the day bed with his human momma.
Favorite Food: Shimp he goes nuts if we eat shimp and don't share with him. He also loves yogart.
Skills: Simba is probably the most intelligent cat I ever owned. He used to let my husband know when our dog needed to go outside.
Arrival Story: Had just put down one of my cats due to old age related illness. Still had two, twenty year old cats but knew they too would be crossing the Rainbow bridge shortly. Wanted to get a kitten so that when the time came for the other two to go on their journey, that I would still have a fur baby at my side.
Bio: Saw an add in the local paper for Ragdoll kittens. Simba was not my first choice, as I had picked out one of his brothers. However, as I was holding Simba as his human caretaker was getting his brother ready for us to take home, this little kitten with deep blue eyes, looked into my eyes and I felt like he was looking right into my soul. Right then, I knew he was the one ment for me. Simba came home with us that night and instead of being a scared little kitten, he explored the house and made himself right at home. He wasn't bothered by our two senior cats or our very large Old English Sheepdog. He marched about like he owned the place, thus he got the name Simba for the Lion King.
Lives Remaining: 8 of 9
Forums Motto: I AM the Lion King - Don't mess with me
Simba is usually a very sweet boy, but if something upsets him, watch out because he has been known to bite and lash out with his claws.
In August 2008, we almost lost Simba to Feline Urologic Syndrome (FUS). This is a life-threatening inflammation of the urinary tract characterized by the freqent, painful passage of bloody urine. We were lucky because we noticed him leaking urine and trying to releave himself in the living room. A call to the local vet told us that he needed vet attention immediately. We rushed him to the vet hospital and he was hospitalized, put on I.V. therapy and the obstructions were worked out. Afterwards, he had to be on a special diet for a while. I'm happy to say that he has made a complete recovery.
My fur sister Bay-Ling has been having sever matting around her neck. Bay-Ling's hair is super fine and even though she does not have on a collar somehow she is getting all matted and then when she is combed all the mats come out and all that is left behind is naked skin.
Since we are living in the New Mexico house as it gets built, there is all kinds of dust and dirt in the air and on the floors. The humans said they could feel the grime on us when they petted us so daddy got the the not so brilliant idea to give us a bath.
Bay-Ling got her bath first and hardly fussed at all but let me tell you I made it know that getting wet was not something I wanted. I howled, hissed and carried on. I even managed to scratch daddy good on one of his arms.
Afterwards, Bay-Ling and I were locked in the guest bedroom because momma didn't want slopping wet cats on her bed. You know I wouldn't have been slopping wet had the humans not have given me a bath so I think being locked up was uncalled for - don't you?
I died alone in the middle of the road today without anyone with me as I left my life here on earth. All I wanted to do was explore the outside world to chase some butterflies and birds; maybe sniff some flowers too. I begged to be let outside as the outdoors was calling to me and you allowed me to go thinking I’d stay close to home.
Instead the adventures calling me were stronger than you could know and I chose to cross that busy road which turned out to be a bad thing to do. As I raced towards the bird that was taunting me from across the road, a speeding car found me and I went flying through the air.
When I came back down, I lay in the middle of the road all alone until someone picked up my lifeless body and moved it to the curb. I’m now headed towards a different adventure that I hadn’t planed on taking. I’ll miss my family who wanted nothing more than to make me happy and let me go on an adventure on this wonderful sunny day.
This is dedicated to the little black and white cat that lost its life today…
This morning when momma was checking her email she noticed that both Puffy my LWD brother and I are diary picks of the day…so what did she do?
I’ll tell you, she updated Puffy’s diary even writing down that he wants to ship me off to the prairies to become a barn cat. Do you have any idea how cold it gets on the prairies? It can get to -20 degrees during the winter. I know I have a very luscious and full coat of hair but I don’t think I would be a good candidate for life on the prairies. If anyone needs to move out of MY house it’s that silly little white dog! I was here first and I have no intention of leaving.
If shipping me off to the prairies wasn’t insult enough, Puffy also remarked that maybe he could send me to the North Pole to become the head mouser for Santa. Actually this idea has some merit because being the head mouser I could lay around and give out orders to all of the other mousers. Who could possibly resist living with Mr. and Mrs. Santa? Their home is full of fun things, lots of food and it is kept nice and warm. I would have direct access to Santa and I’d be sure to tell him all about how NAUGHTY Puffy has been.
If after trying out the gig at Santa I should decide I want to go back home I’d have Santa put me in a really pretty present box and put a tag on it addressed to Puffy. That’s right, I would give myself to Puffy at Christmas wouldn’t that be the ultimate revenge?
Can’t you picture it…Puffy opens up the present and out I come. I really like this idea.