Here is Simba, sunning himself again. His favorite activity. When he was a kitten, Simba used to lie in my arms just like a baby, and I used to cuddle and stroke him for up to 20 – 40 minutes at a time, every single day. I used to call to him, and he could hear me from wherever he was in my house, and he would come running, and jump happily, in my lap, for his stroke sessions. Since he has grown to become an older cat, he still comes to me when I call him, and he still is by my side, at all times, throughout the day, and the evening. Although he does not sleep with me, he is ever my constant companion, and he keeps me company every day. He is very talkative and talks to me frequently, or tries to. A curious thing about Simba is that he does not like people food. Not even tuna or raw fish heads or bloody steaks or anything like that. He’s a strange cat. It’s only the little hard, brown, crunchy, cat food nuggets for him. He stays slim because of it too. And he’s a totally indoor cat. I’m thinking about getting a leash for him and taking him outside for short spells in the spring, summer, and fall. I read where a country veterinarian stated that cats love to go outside. Even on leashes.