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| Simon I thought for sure I'd have no useable pictures to upload for Simon. To me, he is my cute little boy, but wow, he is just not photogenic! Or so I thought. When I started to organize photos I had on file, I pulled aside 23 for Simon! It was so hard to pick only 10! Simon came along in July of 2002, after a long reign of Monkey Terror. Monkey had honed her slash-and-burn style into a highly sinister subtle kind of ubiquitous torment and Glen needed to get some sleep. Simon was 5 months old when we got him, and I remembered that age with Monkey, and thought we were in for hell. At that time, I thought all kittens were like Monkey: insane and violent. But Simon was totally different: a ball of love. He had a tough start to life: he came from Camden, that's all we know, and at some point, when he was around 3 or 4 months old, he was adopted by a family with an elderly cat. Simon did not let the elderly cat get once second of peace, and the family felt it was in their elder cat's best interest to return Simon to the shelter. We saw him at the PetSmart adoption day in Cherry Hill, on top of a perch, looking dejected. At first, we decided on another cat, but the rescue workers directed us to Simon: he was still a kitten, but had been neutered, and so, we wouldn't have to worry about that. Also, since he was still a kitten, we'd get to enjoy some of the insanity. It took Simon a few weeks to come out of his depression, but once he did, he didn't leave my side for more than a few minutes at a time: usually to use the litterbox, or to sneak some food from somewhere. He was bad like that, and we realized we had a problem. If we left the kitchen for a second, with food on the table or counter, Simon was on it. If we put the dishes in the sink and didn't wash them right away, Simon would be in the sink. If we emptied a bag of pet chow and set the empty bag to the side, Simon would get in it. He was desperate for food, even though we were feeding him regularly. He shouldered up to Lacey at the dinner table, and begged more shamelessly than Lacey did. Eventually Monkey caught on, and an entirely new problem was born. Thanks Simon! Glen usually calls Simon "DW," which is short for "dick wad." Nice. I think Glen is jealous, that's all. Lately, though, Simon's been sleeping on Glen's side of the bed, which I think, deep down, makes Glen feel good, even though he complains that Simon is a bed hog. |
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