Dec 03, 2014 21:17
What had happened with the cat since my last post is that I had said to my GF that I didn't really want to get a cat, she wanted one...and I complained that she'd got the cat for me without really asking me. She then resolved she'd keep him as her cat, though she brought him over to my place for visits on a number of weekends, and as he grew up a bit, I got quite fond of him. Meanwhile she fell hard for his lively personality and his love of snuggling her any chance he got. Her place was better for him because he could go outside and run around in the fields by the house where she lives. Simba loved running in the fields and catching snakes, moles, and crickets; he was extremely energetic and too bouncy to keep inside. He seemed fearless and invincible.
Yes, I'm sadly using the past tense. Simba was killed by a car on Monday...hit on the road next to the house. Just 9 months old, and gone.
My GF is devastated by the loss. I'm quietly melancholy. I'm listening to the song "Bright Eyes", as it expresses my feelings at so vibrant a creature being extinguished in his prime.