We used to have a beautiful fat cat named Nala.
He joined our family when Thomas was a year old and they were brothers for two years, then Nala came home one morning after his morning gallivant, just laying there. When we tried to pick him up he howled like he had never howled before. It was awful. We managed to get him to the vet but he died on our way there. We suspect he was hit by a car.
It took us two years to get over Nala and this year we decided we’ve mourned Nala enough and we welcomed Simba into our home. Simba has the same personality as Nala and it sometimes feels like Nala’s back. Thomas has been having lots of fun and it’s nice to see him have a companion in the house again. They are so close, he even calls Simba his brother!
There’s only one problem with the new sibling, though. He licks his bottom (bum-bums) a lot. All the time. And it bothers his big brother. The other day I overheard this heart-to-heart conversation.
“Simba, if you want to be my brother, you cannot lick your bum-bums all the time. Maybe just when you bath.”