Simon: Broom-Chaser, Father of Many Kits, TV-Watcher and devoted Pal – 13/4/2001 to 01/4/2010, RIP

Simon was about six weeks here, my hair was much darker, sigh!

Simon was about six weeks here, my hair was much darker, sigh!

He came into this world 13 April 2001 at 1:50 pm, it was a Saturday and I was getting ready to see Hugh Jackman as Wolverine in the 1st X-Men, but as I was leaving to head for the Globe, I watched his mom squeeze him into existence in the living room. She was Simone, and since he had markings like her? Simon, naturally! One of a trio, his sisters are Mimmo {Originally Spitfire then Mimosa, when younger she was a very aggressive hunterbats and lizards flew in droves} and Tipi {Tiger-Paws} and he has a “brother” called Patch {next litter entirely}.

Simon was unique from the beginning, when he was old enough to walk and search all about, he’d attack the broom my wife used to sweep the house, if it was a cool November night and we had a sheet over our feet like a blanket then he’d pounce on our toes like if they were mice once we dared move our feet, LOL! He only caught one prey once – a blackbird by leaping higher than the bird flew and snapping its neck in a diving tumble, wow.

I still do not know how Simon leapt on to that wardrobe?

I still do not know how Simon leapt on to that wardrobe?

When my mom moved around the house in her frocks, the mad little kit would hang from her dress like a swinging mountaineer! The trio’s first Christmas was spent climbing the Tree my wife put up and knocking down all the decorations to her chagrin and my immense amusement. If I dared had the bedroom door shut? He’d hurl himself at the door until I opened it, and there was the li’l madman looking slightly concussed yet managing to have a look on his face which conveyed, “How dare you close that door!” He would always know when I am ill or depressed, and wedge himself at my feet until he felt I recovered…

He also let the one dog of the house know who’s boss – Simon would walk up to Lady and just whack her on her nose about three times! I’d laugh ’til tears or until the wife glared at me… Simon understood English too! If I said “Man, Simon, beat Lady.” The darn cat would chase the dog all over the house, and the mutt would whimper even though bigger, LOL!

Footloose and Fancy-Free: My Li'l Simon (miss you buddy)

Footloose and Fancy-Free: My Li'l Simon (miss you buddy)

When his balls dropped, he’d be searching for gals for days at a time, although one time he and Strypes ganged up on a black cat which kept trying to steal their cat food. I am sure at least a quarter of Strathclyde’s cat population are Simon’s direct descendants! Simon’s quest for ladies nearly cost him an eye, but Dr Will Huey saved him Sunday 5th July 2004…

Kitchen was under renovations, no doors were installed and so my 'son' found himself a new nap-spot

Kitchen was under renovations, no doors were installed and so my 'son' found himself a new nap-spot

While Simon was out as the stitches from his eye were removed, we also had him neutered so his wanderlust would not get him in more trouble. He then would find the weirdest places to hide and have a nap as pictures throughout this article will attest. On top of wardrobes, inside cupboards, on bookshelves or shoe-racks even, anywhere there’s a cubby-hole only HE could access! Simon would usually sit in the middle of the driveway until I got back home, I have to open my door in a hurry so he can walk up and say “Hiiiii!!” or else he’d flounce off in a snit with his tail flicking (Which did happen when I was turning off the A/C and then open the door one hot day), once inside I’d rub his tummy which had soft downy fur and then I’d have to give him raw tuna, his favorite since the eye-accident.

Simon was even a TV star on CBC’s Channel 8, my mother was doing a recording of her poetry, and he jumped out of the bushes and the camera caught that and when Executive Producer Aja edited the programme, he left in my baby boy, LOL! Simon also had a habit of leaping from the roof onto my car, especially if I hollered “Duh-Dups!” (This mimicked the noise of him landing on the car), and although I tell you all of this – nothing can convey the love he exuded or the specialness which made my li’l boy so wonderful.

Wut'less cat in a skin-out pose enjoying some TV

Wut'less cat in a skin-out pose enjoying some TV

Simon for much of his life would watch TV, usually sitting in the weird pose you see here – no, I did not put him that way, he’s like that naturally… Dr Derek Griffith (my next door neighbour) removed a huge pile of pus under Simon’s right armpit after a fight with another cat. As my puddy tat got older, he developed gingivitis and I spent close to a thousand dollars bringing him back to speed, I loved him that much, still do! But he was also constipated and that was another problem… He disappeared for three days in early March, I felt someone tried adopting him but he loves his Dadda {me} and so somehow he found his way home, but he never really recovered from that journey.

Tuesday next week he’d have been nine years old, but Colon Cancer put paid to that. Keeping him alive was not fair to him, it was like Robert R. McCammon’s Boy’s Life where the protagonist prayed his dog would not die and so it didn’t, but the mutt was not the same and in the end the boy had to let it go. I knew I had to face a similar travail, Simon was getting slimmer and harder for him to stool and I could avoid it no longer – I helped him sleep forever on Thursday 1 April 2010 and yes, I was a fool for love and would gladly do it again…

I want to thank the Central Veterinary Clinic for the staff’s kindness (they asked if I needed to be driven home, boy, was I tempted) and for the compassion and attention from Dr’s Gus Reader and Karen Birdsall in doing what they could for my baby buddy.

I miss you my li’l man, I just know that you have Strypes, Tudie and your mommy, Simone to play with now, ok? I will be along when God sees fit, until then? I miss you so bad!

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