Simba: an East African word for lion.
Simba: a character in the movie The Lion King (which I haven’t seen).
Simba: The cat who thinks she’s a dog.
Simba owns my brother. She made sure that he rescued her a few years ago, one December. He named her Simba in reference to the month, not because she resembles a lion or anything. Because of her name, everyone who meets her thinks she’s a boy, but she isn’t.
She loves cuddles and chasing her tail. She loves being brushed and having her chin tickled. She doesn’t like other animals and growls when there’s a knock at the door. And she loves taking a nap.
She’ll use anything for a pillow.
Sometimes pretending to be one herself.
Sunbathing on a rug, she’ll just stretch out and drift off to sleep.
In a morning, when she first meets us, she smiles, and looks longingly into our eyes, sending a gentle psychic command of “feed me” or “brush me” or “tickle me”.
Even though I’ve managed to grab these photos of her, for some reason she doesn’t like having her photograph taken.
Although sometimes she will nonchalantly pose for the camera.
But she’ll only allow one shot at a time. Once taken she’ll simply turn away.
Sometimes, however, she can be caught unawares.
But usually, she’s off, far away, in the land of nod.
Simba. Relaxing and Feeling Good!
Just the tonic for a Sunday!
The Mansionic Perspective 
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