What could be sweeter then a feline with diabetes!

Hi, my name's Simeon (from a Redwall book character) but sometimes my mom calls me "Shimmerin' Simeron'," probably because I'm so beautiful I almost hurt her eyes.

I came to this family many years ago when I was just a fist sized kitten and there were two old wise cats living here. Now I'M the old wise cat and I have to say I have an appreciation of what I made poor Morgan and Liza put up with when I arrived.

When I was a kitten boy, I was sort of naughty so I spent a lot of time in something called Time Out. The two-leggers also call it The Bathroom. It's my favorite room in the house, probably because I spent so much time in there when I was little that I figured it was ALL mine! I especially like the bathroom when my Mom is taking a shower and wants to step on the bath mat when she's through. I like to sprawl out really long so there's no room for her and she needs to stand on the tile. Then I meow at her and lick the water off her legs. It's my job.

I'm in training for another job. Mom brought home a kumquat tree right before we found out I'm a very very sweet cat. I've been busy knocking, I mean picking, kumquat's off that tree every day since it arrived as I'm sure that one day MinuteMaid will expand their juice line and they'll need somebody like me to pick kumquats! I'll be ready!

I have some canine sisters in this house. Two of them are smaller than me and one of them is just about my size. Another is bigger I think but she doesn't stop bouncing enough for all four legs to be on the ground at once to be sure. Mira Deara, who's not only about the same size but also is about the same color as me, is my favorite. Sometimes we snuggle up together and sleep. To show my appreciation for her companionship and the fact that she doesn't stick her nose up my bum like pesky Gracie, I bring Mira Deara dirty laundry from out of the bathroom hamper so she has something to occupy her time while she's baby gated in the kitchen while Mom's at work. She's refining her techniques at making crotchless skivvies and I'm glad to help her by supplying her with materials from the hamper. I'm sure she has a future at Victoria's Secrets or Fredericks of Hollywood.

I have always been good at grabbing things and leaping over baby gates with them. I used to bring up all my girl's toys from her playroom in the basement! I even did it by categories. One day I'd bring up all the cabbage patch dolls. Another time I'd get the stuffed animals. And one time I almost got called Einstein cuz I went and found ALL Clarity's stuffed cats and I brought every single one of them (and ONLY them) into the living room requiring me to leap two baby gates and climb many stairs in the process.

Before I say good bye and look for somebody to pet me, I have to say that if you're a two-leg reading this story, I want you to consider something Mira Deara has talked with me about. She says "Two-leggers are in charge of the world only cuz they got opposable thumbs." And as Mira points out, they WASTE those thumbs and their potential! Instead of spending time with something like oh say cans of tuna and a can opener, they do perfectly stupid things like trim nails, give baths and lately, torture my ears with some single claw device that punctures me and makes me bleed. If you're a two legger with opposable thumbs (and so far every one of you I've ever met does have this trait) I urge you to return to your simpler days when you were short and you dropped food in the presence of the four legged members of your family. Cookies....cheese... potato chips. We liked that. We appreciate that. We honor that sensibility. Watch my tail as it flicks slowly back and forth....back and forth.... You are getting very sleepy....You forget where you hid the nail clippers. You only think of the can opener.......the can opener.......You hold life itself (and the can opener) in your hands.....You are very sleepy.....and I am very hungry....and beautiful.......Bring me the tuna and I'll lick your legs always.

Your Truly,
Shimmerin Simeron

This picture of me, Simeon sleeping is a fairly recent picture. 
It was before I started losing weight though.

This is a picture of my brother Bernie and me, Simeon!
It was taken about five years ago!

This is a picture of Simeon handling Bernie the best way he knew how when
Bernie, aka monster boy, came home from the animal shelter. I call that picture, 
"Bernie's formative years" because it's how Simeon would cope when the little 
booger just got to be too much. Sims wasn't much for fighting and biting. 
When Bernie wouldn't back off, Simeon would just lay on him and look at me. 
The size difference never mattered much to Bernie. You'd see that tiny tail swishing 
side to side and his little back legs attempting to kick up and disembowel Simeon 
only......it was his mouth on Simeon's bowels at the moment.


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