MEET SIMBA!

Hi, my name is Simba. That is the name my adoptive parents gave me - even though I know, I don't exactly look like the Lion King!

I was born in an abandoned suitcase in a yard in Victoria, and I had 6 brothers and sisters. One day my mum took away the others, one by one, but she never came back for me... I spent a day and one night all alone in that suitcase. It was cold and dark, I was hungry and scared - and very, very sad. I was only 2 weeks old and fit into the palm of one hand!

The next morning my luck turned: John who worked at the yard found me and saw that all my family was gone. He took me home with him, where I found a new family: John's wife Maria and their son Jonathan.

They bought special milk for kittens, which they fed me with a tiny bottle, because normal cow's milk is not good for cats!

I think I am very lucky that John found me. I'm never alone for long, and I get as many cuddles as I want!

Next time I show you what I was up to during the weeks after my adoption! Hope to see you then!