We've had a tragedy befall our "beloved" cat, Simba. He was eaten by something while he was outside. We don't know exactly what got him, but he definitely know that he is no longer. We found parts of him out in a corner of our croquet court. (if you're that interested, talk to Maya...she took a picture of what was left....I find it too graphic to post...sorry) Yes, we've had a bear in the yard, but I doubt it was a bear that did Simba in; I'm guessing a coyote or a pack of them. Simba loved to go outside exploring. We used to put him on a leash when we first began taking him outside. He had graduated into going out alone this past summer. He enjoyed his freedom to wonder around and take in the sights, sounds and smells. When he was ready to come inside, he would patiently wait by one of our many outside doors. That is, until that fateful day when Kirk went outside to call him to come inside. He came when Kirk called him but was not interested in coming inside at the time, so Kirk let him stay outside longer. That was the last time Kirk or anyone for that matter saw him alive.
Simba was REALLY a Christmas present for Sage. This is a photo of when she first got him. He was just a tiny thing.
Here's another "young" photo of him.
This is Simba's FAVORITE thing to do. He loves to be carried by Kirk over his shoulder around the house. Kirk loved this cat and this cat loved Kirk. He had a special spot in Kirk's office and many times just sat on his lap while he worked at his desk.
Sage is the only other person in the house that could snuggle with Simba.
This is probably the last photo of Simba that we took around 3 weeks before his demise.
Bye Simba....you will be missed....R.I.P.
Bye Simba....you will be missed....R.I.P.
