The Miracle of a Cat Named Kimba
By Deborah Paris, Western Australia
When Jason and I bought married, I had five cats—all from rescue houses, and all pure white. Regrettably my partner experienced allergies, which intended that specific rooms ended up out of bounds for my furry close friends.
The several years handed, and my little companions at some point arrived at previous age. Just one by one particular, they moved on to the greater worlds, right until only Kimba was left. This gave him special privileges, these kinds of as remaining allowed in the lounge.
When Kimba turned nineteen, my partner was in his next year of chemotherapy. I would generally listen to Jason talking to Kimba. The cat sat at his toes, hunting up at him and listening intently. Jason’s conversation with our cat often had the same theme: “Well, Kimba, whoever is the very last person standing wants to be all-around to acquire treatment