Simba has been through a lot. She was abandoned by her mom in a bush as a kitten, found, given to four little girls who dressed her up in tutus, moved to Virginia, escaped, wandered the mean streets of Midlothian for two weeks, came back, forced to live with a dog, moved back to Rhode Island, her favorite people left her when they went to college, her sister Nala died, and a new puppy was introduced into the home. Despite all this she has persevered, sleeping all day on her couch in the living room, dreaming her last years away.
I named Simba (and Nala) when Dad brought them home after a Saturady soccer game. When I was little I only wanted two things: a kitty and to play the piano. Naturally, Rachel then wanted the same things. We were so excited when we saw two little black balls of fluff with white tummies and paws. (Piano was a different story and once we realized it was work… well, let’s just say I can only play the Titanic and Phantom of the Opera now.) I claimed Simba right away and for almost 48 hours she was “my cat” and Nala was Rachel’s. Then, Rachel and I had them on the brown chair that we were for some unexplained reason jumping up and down. Well, Rachel landed on Simba and since she was “ruined” from that moment on, Nala was my cat and Simba was Rachel’s.
Also, just to clear up any confusion, Nala and Simba were sisters… yes, I named a girl Simba because I was obsessed with the Lion King and couldn’t come up with any other names. Simba now roams the house, and watches us from behind the gates we put up to protect her and the house from Looney Luna. If Simba could hear, feel, or see, she and Luna might have been friends but she is too fragile now for play dates (she is 17 years old!). At her age she is still adorable, just look at her beautiful tuxedo markings. I wanted to post this to congratulate Simba as the oldest surviving Devine pet – Simba, remember who you are!