RiP Simba
My childhood (young-adult-hood?) cat died yesterday during the day. My parents let me know last night when mom called. He'd been living with them since when I came back from college/Chicago I was living in apartments that didn't accept pets. When my parents moved into their new house about 2 years before I got the condo, it took him about a year to adjust to living in their new place so I didn't want to upset him by yanking him out of there & dragging him off to the condo just as he'd gotten settled in.
As far as cats go, I think he was pretty happy with life--plenty of sunny windowsills, treats, toys, and superivised outdoor time were available to him when he wanted them. My parents' dog will probably miss being randomly bitch-slapped awake by by something with declawed paws that was 1/10th the dog's size, though.
As far as cats go, I think he was pretty happy with life--plenty of sunny windowsills, treats, toys, and superivised outdoor time were available to him when he wanted them. My parents' dog will probably miss being randomly bitch-slapped awake by by something with declawed paws that was 1/10th the dog's size, though.