Simba Dee

Hey there! I am excited for the chance to have my story told by the interviewer lady (IL). I was surrendered to the HSHC on July 26 because I fell out with the other resident cats and the Bloodhound. I got along just fine with the Newfoundland, but the Bloodhound had way too much energy. A friend gave me to my owner about 5 years ago. At some point, my owner had my front paws declawed. Yikes, I regret that decision! I am an 8-year-old DMH male, neutered, with an orange-and-white coat. I have a long white stripe from my chin to my belly, and all four feet are snowy white. I weigh 12.2 pounds, and my coat is very fluffy. I admit to a few little quirks my owner didn't like. I have some body sensitivity, which means if you pet me anywhere other than my head, I will react with anxiety by hissing, growling, or nipping. I know this is daunting, but I've had bad experiences with being handled uncomfortably in the past. To feel safe, secure, and comfortable, my boundaries must be respected. I became extremely close to my adult owner and did not want to interact with anyone else. I will benefit from having a small, safe space with everything I need where I can gradually adjust to the new place and people. Because I can become overstimulated when dealing with children, I must go to a home where everyone is 16 and older. I am also a scaredy-cat when it comes to Veterinarian visits. Of course, I remember the very painful declawing surgery, so any medical procedure gives me PTSD! Having the tips of my toes cut off has made it painful to use my litter box. I need soft litter, a low-entrance litter box, and possibly pain management. I still love chasing toys on the end of a fishing pole, laser pointers, and hiding in cat tunnels. On September 5, I moved into the Cattery Manager's office. I was pretty grouchy for a few days, but now I am very well behaved, enjoying attention, rubbing against people's legs, and feeling friendly. I use the litter box very well. The interviewer lady (IL) spent some time with me, and I went right up to her and gave her a sniff. I let her pet my head, the back of my neck, and my ears. I closed my eyes and started to purr, which made the IL smile. My future owner will need to be familiar with shy cats, patient as I adjust to a new home, and crazy about orange-and-white tabby cats. 10-13-26