The Tale (or Tail) of Simba the Ginger Cat
A Ginger Cat named Simba had been lost for about 2 weeks - there were posters everywhere around my area. He was a handsome cat with unique markings & a little white on the right side of his whiskers (see scan of part of poster). The family and their 2 young boys who had Simba missed him terribly and worried about him.
On Tuesday I had only been back from work for a short while, putting my piece of chicken & jacket potatoe in the oven and letting my Cat Smog out in the garden. She was looking at something in the bushes and didn't want any food, about 7pm. I went out to see what was in the bushes - nothing! I looked up and there was a huge Ginger Cat stuck in a tree - Smog had found the missing Cat. He was huge!! Probably he weighed about 7 kilograms. Smog weighs 5 kilos and Amma (another cat) weighed about 4 kilos. I think he had found his way to the woodlands near me and had been living on mice and leftover meat from sandwiches people had in the woods picnic area. I recognised him as he had that white spot on his face.
I called him down. He wouldn't budge. Was he stuck? Surely the branches were easy for a cat to climb (see pic of Simba in the branches). He was frightened - terrified. I poured him a saucer of milk and put some food down. Bizarrely Cola had the same bowl as Simba (see lost poster). I left the food for a while and then another Cat named 'H' (H as in the letter) who is a Kitler (a cat that looks like Adolf Hitler!!) appeared. H is a big cat too and wanted the food. Maybe Simba the ginger was frightened of him(?). I scared H off and took Smog inside in case the lost cat was frightened of her too. Cats are extremely territorial and won't stand for other cats in theirs unless they have grown up with them, or have very agreeable natures. I phoned the Cat owners, who were on their way. I watched from inside but Simba was not coming down. (Apologies for the bad quality of this photo.)
Before it became dark I went out with the Cat crunchies, shaking the box and calling him. Some neighbours thought I was strange and thought I said, "Timber" to the tree, not Simba. "It's the lost ginger cat!" I said. They said, "It's not lost it's in that tree." I sang 'Soft Kitty' to him as Smog likes people to sing to her. She likes the chorus from the world war 1 song, 'Pack up you troubles in your old kit bag'. She Loves 'The Unkown Stuntman' song, sung by Lee Majors in the 1980s. Smog also loves, 'Kiss me goodnight Sergeant Major, Sergeant Major be a mother to me'. Simba called back to me in Cat language, a mournful meaow. He liked my soft tones.
Smog was inside looking at events in her territory from the window - she was meowing too and wanted to be close to the action and me.
After an hour it was dark. The owners finally arrived, their 2 boys at home - both are probably about 10. James, the owner said, "Actually I don't think its him. Simba has more white on him." I couldn't believe it, after all this time! Then I shone a torch, and Linda the other owner said, "Yes it's definitely him." Then Simba went further up the tree - further away. I thought they'd call him and Simba would come down and go back to his nice house, where he is loved.
But no. Simba did not want to come down. In life sometimes things are never so simple. For another hour and a half they and myself called him. We tried putting a plank of wood for him to walk on. We passed cat food to him on the plank - he was hungry. We waved cat toys at him - bits of string, giant feathers. We moved around my close, the alleyway and the back of the garages to coax him down, trying different angles. I could have gone inside, but couldn't leave this poor lost cat, stuck up a tree all night. They said he had never 'called' before with his new meow. He reminded me of 'Gingo', the big ginger cat we had in 1973, (immortalised forever on our family DVD I try and show the nephews at Xmas). If you believe in reincarnation, then maybe Simba was Gingo reincarnated. Maybe Smog is Pepsi (another family cat from the '80s) reincarnated - though none of us can be 100 per cent certain what is in the afterlife. All our cats are probably together again with my Mum in heaven.
Finally James had enough - it was almost 10pm and his dinner was stone cold. He borrowed my ladder. Climbed over a wall to get to the tree then climbed up the ladder to the tree. Laura gaurded the alleyway in case he tried to escape. I guarded the garages in case he went that way, we were in a triangular pincer movement. James went up the ladder, then climbed the tree (and could have fallen quite far!). Simba was not happy, he whipped out his claws (just like Wolverine's but a lot smaller) - slashing James' arm and hand. He is strong, big cat. James grabbed him despite the pain and brought him down. Simba tried escaping, but couldn't. I had a spare cat basket ready and went around to the wall. James passed the huge cat over the wall to to me - Simba tried to escape down the alleyway. I held him and put him quickly in the cat basket, zipping it up before he could run off. Simba was then calm in the dark basket and started purring contently (you can never tell what felines are going to do next). I cannot explain to you how relieved Linda and James were. They thanked me and said I was a really lovely person to help - I was a rare, good person, to do so much. James washed the blood off his slashed arm in my bathroom, I gave him some antiseptic cream and big plasters for the wounds. They thanked Smog (who I now let outside) - though she was more interested in lapping up the milk I had put down for Simba earlier and scoff the cat food. They wanted to give me a £100 (US $160) - but I refused, if it was Smog that was lost, I thought, then I pray that someone will phone me if they saw her.
They grateful left. My dinner was as hard-as-a-rock by now - I think I will post the Jacket potatoe to the military - maybe they can use it as ammunition. I had something else to eat instead. I phoned Linda an hour later, the 2 boys were over-joyed that Simba was back. She said, they are making a thank-you card for me. I was tired that night, couldn't sleep. Smog was restless too - all these people in her territory at night was unusual. Her friend an old white cat named Snow had seen what was going on, but didn't visit her that evening. Finally I had a couple of hours sleep before morning. Walking to work all the lost cat posters were still up. I've kept one as a little momento.