Jitesh & Jitesh's Simba Cat Stories

Simba is not a cat. He’s a personality.

I got him thinking cats are low-maintenance. Whoever said that clearly never met Simba. This guy has opinions about everything—his food, my schedule, even how I sit on my own couch.

He refuses to eat unless I’m standing next to him. Not sitting. Not walking away. Standing. Like I’m some kind of personal bodyguard.

The funniest thing? He’s scared of his own reflection. The first time he saw himself in the mirror, he puffed up like a balloon and ran straight into the wall trying to escape. I laughed so hard I almost cried.

But he’s also weirdly loyal. Whenever I come home late, he waits near the door. Doesn’t matter if it’s 8 PM or 2 AM. He just sits there, judging me silently.

And when I’m sick? He doesn’t leave my side. Won’t even go to eat properly. Just sits there like a tiny, furry nurse.

He’s dramatic, demanding, and slightly dumb sometimes… but he’s my dumb.