Today. 15 October 2013, is Simba's 6th year death anniversary. That's the little urn with her ashes in it. It is palm-sized and really cute. But what was cuter was that the vet had connections with the pet cremation service and thanks to that, we had our Simba still at home in my 2nd sis's room. (My 2nd sis was the one who picked Simba up when she was a stray kitten.)
6 years and I've still not kept a pet cat since. I don't want the heartbreak of losing a pet, especially a really intelligent and loving one like Simba. Simba was cute if you saw her in real life and if you witnessed her many actions. She simply melted the hearts of many. My friends who were afraid of cats would all take a liking to her when they went over my place. And could you believe it? She even turned my mum from a cat-hater to a cat-lover... hmm... probably just a Simba-lover. My mum do not particularly love all cats unless they reminded her of Simba.
Simba would often walked to the door to greet anyone who came home with a soft "meow". Hence, there was once my mum lamented, "I have 3 daughters but none of them would come to the door to greet me. Only Simba is good. She would come to the door to greet me." We took in my mum's words while continuing to munch on snacks and watch TV. My mum raised her hands in exasperation as she carried on heaping praises on Simba and blasting her daughters.
Cute as Simba was. Unfortunately, she wasn't too photogenic so I tend to always feature the same few photos of her. You know how some cats are cute but their eyes just look weird in photos and how 1st generation handphone cameras are so lousy? That's what I mean. This is one of my favourite pictures of her as it showcased her big eyes as well as her black and white paws.
The paw pads for her left black paws on both the front and hind legs were black while the paw pads for her right paws were pink.
This was Simba at the vet on a drip. She died a few days later. She was very strong throughout the stay and she was brought home to recuperate though we were told that she did not have long to live. Up till her last moments, she was still so loving. She waited till she saw all of us in the family before she slowly closed her eyes, never to open them again.
Read my tribute to my beloved Simba on her 1st year death anniversary here.
I've got no intention to keep a cat since I'm living with my in-laws. Maybe I would consider keeping one when we have our own home.
My mum-in-law doesn't like cats and I'm hoping that she could become like my mum and slowly begin to like cats. This is highly impossible with my bro-in-law's stupid cat. Yeah, my hubby and I call her "meow meow" or "stupid cat". My mil calls her "mao mi", my fil calls her "meow" but both my bil call her by her name "Gabby". I think "meow meow" or "stupid cat" suit her better though. She is just not as loving and intelligent as Simba and most stray cats. There are stray cats in my parents' neighbourhood which are more loving towards me than this stupid cat so I doubt she would be able to paw her way into my mil's heart. Despite calling her a stupid cat and all, the hubz and I would have a soft spot for her still as after all, she is a pet and a cat to boot.
My urge to keep a cat really came a knocking when I chanced upon a cat named Shirasu on Instagram. Shirasu is a Scottish Fold and she made me start to cultivate a liking for "cats with breed". I know that term doesn't make sense for those who know lots about cats. I used to only like the breed of stray cats found in my country-- mainly American Shorthair. I do not like other exotic breeds. I just keep looking at pictures of Shirasu and wonder how on earth could a cat be so cute?
Shirasu looks so cute with her big eyes prowling and hiding.
She looks adorably notti sniffing and biting stuff.
She looks so cute being curious.
She looks so cute doing notti things. I mean if I have a cat that looks so cute, I would beat her after catching her do notti things and just feel bad the whole day for beating her. Yes, I beat Simba when she was notti and I would feel bad too.
Awww... don't you like it when kitty cats expose their tummies? It shows trust.
She looks so cute sleeping too.
My 2 favourite pictures of Shirasu was when she was a kitten.
Awwwwww... Can I just carry you home?
Simba is my cat. Shirasu isn't.
I initially had a line saying I do hope people would read carefully before commenting with the misconception that both are mine. However, I thought I might sound a bit rude and hence removed it.
I'm gonna insert this disclaimer again. No offence. =)