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Adult Simba relaxing comfortably on a soft pink bed at CatsHope™.

Simba: When The Ground Shifted Page 4

by Tech1 Tech1 & Tiffany Argent August 16, 2026

“Home Again”

An Illustration of Tami, Simba, Rockie and Cougar when they first arrived home in June of 2021 after their adoption attempt.

Photographs © CatsHope™

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Our Family Was Together Again

When we arrived home, everything looked familiar again.

The rooms smelled the way we remembered. The older cats came to look at us, curious to see where we had been. For the first time in many days, we recognised the sounds, the voices and the routines that had once been part of our everyday lives.

Even so, our family was not complete.

Mother was still missing.

We looked for her everywhere. Whenever we heard footsteps outside, we hurried to the door. Every sound made us hope she had finally come home.

Days passed.

We waited.

Then one day, she returned.

The moment we saw her, we ran towards her as fast as we could. Rockie reached her first. Cougar squeezed in beside him, and I pushed my way through until all of us were gathered around her once more.

She looked different.

She was much thinner than before. Her coat no longer looked as smooth and glossy, and she seemed tired in a way I had never seen. But none of that mattered.

She was home.

Mother rubbed against us and began washing our faces, just as she had when we were younger. We purred together, following her wherever she went, afraid to let her out of our sight again.

From that day onwards, we were never quite the same family we had been before.

We had lost the certainty that every tomorrow would be like yesterday. We had learned that families could be separated, and that home was something precious that could never be taken for granted.

Slowly, Mother grew stronger again.

So did we.

Although none of us knew it then, another member would soon join our little family, and our story would begin a new chapter.

“Simba on a Bed of Pink”

Photographs © CatsHope™

I Wanted to Be Seen

When Mother came home, life slowly became familiar again.

The fear did not disappear overnight, but each day we felt a little safer. The food returned. The familiar voices returned. We slept more soundly, and little by little, we stopped expecting to be taken away again.

Something inside me had changed.

When I was younger, I had followed Mother everywhere. She made the decisions, and I was content to stay close to her. But after everything that had happened, I began paying closer attention to the home around me and to the people who lived in it.

I watched carefully.

I soon realised who made things happen.

She decided when we ate, when we went to the veterinarian, when new cats arrived and when frightened cats needed help. The other humans listened to her, and the cats looked to her whenever something unusual happened.

She seemed to know what needed to be done.

I decided that she should know me too.

Whenever she entered a room, I would quietly appear. If she sat down, I was never far away. If there was work to be done, I liked to watch. I wanted her to see me—not because I wanted to be the loudest cat, but because I wanted to belong where she was.

As I grew older, I became more confident.

I was no longer the frightened kitten hiding behind furniture. This was my home, my family and my place in the world.

I did not know it then, but I was becoming one of the older cats that the younger ones would one day look up to.

“Majestic Simba- Born Leader”

Photographs © CatsHope™

Finding My Place

Looking back now, I realise how much those early days changed me.

I learned that a home is more than walls and familiar rooms. A home is where you know you belong, where someone notices if you are missing and where you are welcomed back without question.

I also learned that families can grow.

After we returned home, Kimi joined us. She was not born into our family, but before long she became our little sister. We accepted her as though she had always been there. Families are not made only by birth. Sometimes they are made by love, shared experiences and growing up together.

As the years passed, I watched other cats arrive at CatsHope™. Some were frightened. Some were sick. Some had stories as difficult as our own. They stayed for a while, or they stayed forever, but each one became part of the life we shared.

I was no longer the kitten who hid behind furniture, hoping someone would come back for me.

This was my home.

These were my people.

This was my family.

I still enjoy being noticed. If there is work to be done, I like to know what is happening. If someone sits down, I may decide to keep them company. I have learned that being close to the ones you trust is never something to be ashamed of.

When I look around today, I see Mother resting peacefully, Rockie nearby, Cougar doing her own thing, Kimi somewhere not too far away, and the many other cats who now call CatsHope™ home.

Our family has grown far beyond the four of us.

Sometimes I think back to the frightened kitten who stepped into an unfamiliar house and wondered if everything had changed forever.

In a way, it had.

The ground beneath my paws shifted more than once. But every step along that journey brought me here.

I am Simba. I was born at CatsHope™.

I lost sisters, found them again in memory, left home, came home, and discovered that even after life changes, a family can become stronger than before.

This is where I belong.

“A Family of Four”

Photographs © CatsHope™

Article by Tiffany Argent,

CatsHope ™Ambassador

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by Tech1 Tech1 & Tiffany Argent August 16, 2026

“Tami: When I was Lost”
An illustration of Tami when she was lost.

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Mother Didn’t Come Home

Mother often disappeared into the garden during the day. At first, we thought nothing of it. She always came back.

Sometimes she returned quickly. Sometimes she stayed away a little longer. Whenever we heard her footsteps, we ran to greet her. Even though she no longer welcomed us as she once had, she was still our mother, and we wanted to be close to her.

Then one day she left……and never came back. Morning became afternoon. Afternoon became evening. The light slowly faded from the garden until darkness settled over the house.

We waited.

Rockie walked to the back door again and again, peering into the garden as though Mother might suddenly appear. Cougar stayed close beside me, growing quieter as the hours passed. I listened for Mother’s footsteps, but all I heard were unfamiliar sounds drifting in from outside.

That night felt very different from our first night in the house. Mother wasn’t there to gather us together.

She wasn’t there to wash our faces. She wasn’t there to curl around us while we slept. For the first time since we were born……we were alone.

We didn’t know where she had gone. We didn’t know why she hadn’t returned. We only knew that our family was no longer together. The next morning we searched everywhere we could reach. We wandered from room to room.

We waited by the glass doors where Mother usually came and went. There was a litter tray just outside, and that little area became the edge of our world. Every sound beyond the doors made us lift our heads. We peered through the glass, hoping to see Mother walking back towards us.

We wandered between the front entrance and the side glass doors, looking into the garden but never venturing very far. Everything beyond the doorstep felt unfamiliar. We waited where we thought Mother would find us if she came home.

We looked behind the bushes and around the little building that smelled of cats and birds.

Each time we heard a sound, we lifted our heads, hoping it was Mother.

It never was.

We kept waiting.

“An Afternoon Nap Together, 2026”
(Left to Right: Simba and Cougar, Rockie at the top.)
Photographs © CatsHope™

Someone Came Back For Us

After Mother disappeared, the house became very quiet.

We stayed together.

There were many rooms on the ground floor, filled with furniture, curtains and all sorts of things. Whenever we heard unfamiliar footsteps or voices, we slipped behind the clutter or beneath furniture and watched from our hiding places. Sometimes we hid among the drapes where no one could easily see us.

The house was large, but it never felt like home.

There was another cat living there too. We kept our distance. We did not know her, and we did not know whether she would welcome us or chase us away. The food was left outside near the back of the house, but we were often nervous about going there. It meant leaving the places where we felt safest.

Most of the time, we stayed indoors, moving quietly from one hiding place to another. We waited together, hoping Mother would somehow find us again.

She never did.

Then one day, we heard a familiar voice.

Before I saw her, I recognised her.

Rockie recognised her too.

So did Cougar.

The three of us came out from our hiding places and hurried towards her as fast as we could.

We rubbed against her legs and crowded around her, trying to stay as close as possible. It felt as though we were telling her everything that had happened while she had been away.

She knelt down beside us and gently stroked each of us.

For the first time in many days, I felt safe again.

Article by Tiffany Argent

To be continued…

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by Tech1 Tech1 & Tiffany Argent August 16, 2026

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When the Ground Shifted

Not long after Kopi left, another journey began.

This time, Mother came with us. Rockie, Cougar and I climbed into our carriers beside her. I thought we were simply going on another adventure together.

When the carriers were opened, we stepped into a place unlike anywhere we had ever seen. Everything smelled different. The sounds were different. The air was filled with unfamiliar scents.

At first, it didn’t seem frightening. There was so much space. The ground floor stretched from room to room, with quiet corners and countless places where kittens could hide. There was another floor above us to explore.

Behind the kitchen was another world altogether. A garden opened beneath the sky, with trees, bushes and another building beyond. The space between the buildings was covered, and there was a large cage filled with all sorts of interesting things.

At the side of the house stood a smaller building. It smelled strongly of cats and birds. I had seen birds outside the windows before, but never so many bird scents gathered in one place. I heard the humans talking about the birds that had once lived there. Once this tiny building had been a chicken coop, and then later it housed many cats. Even though they were gone, their scent still lingered.

There were more hiding places than we could count. It felt as though there was always another corner waiting to be discovered. Every room, every doorway and every scent invited us to explore a little further.

Not long afterwards, we met the only other cat who lived there. She was a black, medium-haired cat, older than us by about a year and a half. She watched us carefully, and we watched her just as carefully. None of us knew quite what to make of one another.

Cougar soon discovered her favourite hiding place beneath Grandma’s bed. Rockie stayed close to Mother, while I wandered from room to room, trying to remember where everything was. Before long, we knew every corner of the house, every staircase and every favourite hiding place.

Each day the strange house became a little less strange. We explored the rooms, the garden and the grounds together, chasing one another from one hiding place to the next. It was a different world from the one we had left behind, but it was a world we were slowly beginning to call home.

I had no idea that the biggest changes were still ahead.

“The First Night”

An illustration of Tami and her kittens Simba, Rockie and Cougar at the home of Mr. P. on the first night.

The First Night

The first day passed quickly.

There were new rooms to explore, strange scents to investigate and more hiding places than we could ever have imagined. By the time evening came, we were tired from our adventures and gathered around Mother as we always did.

As darkness fell, the house slowly became quiet. One by one, the lights disappeared until only the soft sounds of the night remained. It wasn’t the same as home. The house smelled different, sounded different and even the silence felt unfamiliar.

We curled up beside Mother and waited.

I remember feeling hungry that evening. Our meals had always followed a familiar routine, but everything seemed different now. There was food, but it wasn’t the food we were used to, and it wasn’t where we expected to find it. We sniffed at it uncertainly and wandered away.

I wasn’t worried.

I thought tomorrow everything would make sense again.

I thought we simply needed time to learn the routines of our new home.

None of us knew that tomorrow would not bring the routine we were expecting.

Mother Changed

For a little while, everything seemed normal. We explored the house together, chased each other through the rooms and curled up beside Mother whenever we grew tired. Although this was not the home we had been born into, we were beginning to think of it as our own.

Then our daily routine began to change.

From the day we arrived, meals were no longer the same. We had always been fed indoors at regular times, but now food came differently. Sometimes it appeared in the garden where the older black cat ate. Sometimes it was food we did not recognise. Rockie, Cougar and I looked at it, sniffed it, and often walked away.

We were used to eating inside our home.

The garden belonged to another cat.

It didn’t feel like our place.

As the days passed, we became hungrier. Whenever our stomachs were empty, we turned to Mother, hoping to nurse as we had always done.

This time, Mother became angry.

She growled and hissed whenever we tried to nurse. If we came too close, she pushed us away with her paws. Sometimes she swatted at us before we had even reached her. We jumped back in surprise, looking at one another, wondering what we had done wrong.

None of us understood.

Mother had always welcomed us before. She had always cared for us, cleaned us and gathered us close whenever we needed her. Now she seemed upset whenever we approached. We kept hoping things would return to the way they had always been.

They never did.

Each day Mother became thinner. She spent more time outside and disappeared for longer periods before returning. When she came back, she looked tired. We stayed close to her whenever we could, but she was no longer the same.

We were hungry.

Mother was hungry.

None of us understood why.

Article by Tiffany Argent

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