Mindfull

I was brought to my cat at just six years old when a family friend’s cat had a litter of new kittens
they couldn’t keep. After begging my mom for days, she finally let me bring home my first best
friend— Simba. As I grew up, Simba was always with me. He would never turn down cuddles or
playtime, even if that meant dealing with being put in a basket and toted around like a doll.
When I got to high school, times were tough, but I was never alone because Simba was always
there. It is 17 years later, and Simba and I are still best buds. He has kept me company and
supported me through the toughest times of my life and I’m happy to say I can do the same for
him as he ages. Simba may not be able to jump on my bed like he used to, but with some support
from me he can still enjoy all the cuddles in the world.