Our little Simba was obsessed with food. The best we could figure was that she must have been the runt of the litter and wasn’t getting enough nutrition; maybe she was pushed to the side when feeding time came and her siblings trampled her. Except of course for her sister Guerita, who hovered over and protected her when we brought them home. While Guerita would eat just enough to get sufficient nutrition and keep her slim form, Simba would chow down, leaving no trace of food behind. As if leaving a clean, empty bowl would confuse us into thinking we forgot to feed them, and give her more food…
When Roly began with health issues at a young age, he needed a special diet. A VERY expensive special diet to keep him from returning to the hospital. We now had two different bags of cat food; one for Roly and one for the girls. We learned fairly quickly that we needed to go beyond separate bowls… As Roly ate like his aunt Guerita- eating small amounts throughout the day- Simba was beyond excited. She got to not only wolf down whatever Guerita didn’t want, she moved in to finish what Roly Poly did not! And so we moved Roly’s bowl to our bedroom, keeping the door closed and taught him to let us know when he was hungry.
But Simba, she knew where there was food, and tested our door daily. If we left it open for a second or forgot to click it completely closed, Simba pushed her way in and quickly, happily finished off Roly’s food.
It was quite comical, actually. If we saw our door open, we’d call out “Simba!”, and she’d come running out of our room in a “oops-I-was-caught” scurry, darting her eyes to and fro with that “Ooooooh! They caught me again!” look, and then stop and sit, pretending to be innocent!
As Simba got older, she stopped caring about getting caught. Whereas she used to sneak food quietly, she got brave. She pushed her way into our room, crunching Roly’s food quite loudly. When we caught her- “Simba, NO!”- she just gave us this “What??” look, and scurried away. One might say that scurry was her only real exercise…
Simba did otherwise listen to us. I often wondered if she felt the need to “get rid of the food” to not entice mice. Maybe she felt she was being a good girl by keeping critters away? Maybe she felt that was her job to take care of us?
We do know one thing. Simba was created to bring joy. Her demeanor on so many ways brought us comfort- whether it was cuddling next to us when we needed a smile, plopping near us to show us how happy she was or making us laugh with her stinker-binker mischievous ways, being a little sneak. She simply brought us so much joy. She always, always made us laugh!
Oh, that little stinker-binker Simba! How we miss her shenanigans!!
You made me; you created me. Now give me the sense to follow your commands. May all who fear you find in me a cause for joy, for I have put my hope in your word. Psalm 119:73-74
If I finish all my food, I can finish roly’s food as well!