I first met Simba and his sister when they had just opened their eyes. I was holding his sister, when Simba was passed to me. He was struggling to move, so a paid closer attention and realized that he had two back legs that didn't work properly. He had to stay with his mother for at least another month, but I told my cousin (in-law) that if he made it that long, I would give him a home. He would never had stood a chance as a barn cat. The rest is history and we love him dearlyand yes I can give updates and pics. He has a birthday just around the corner!!