Believe it or not, I'm named after an elephant!
That's right, a big beautiful elderly female elephant named Menike (which means "lady" in Singahlese) who lived for a very long time in Sri Lanka. That's Simone and Menike Sr.'s mahout (rider, caregiver, best mate) with her at their jungle home.
And me? Well, one day a couple of years back I found myself on the mean streets of East Vancouver, having to fend off all manner of nasty critters. I tell you, it's a jungle out there! Especially in November in Vancouver when it's raining nothing but dogs! I eventually got into a scrap with one and got banged up pretty bad.
Things weren't looking good for yours truly, let me tell you. Bleeding from the belly, scars and scratches all over my furry little body!
Then, when I figured I'd just about run outa lives, along came this SPCA officer to the rescue! The next thing I knew I was in the big house with all the other orphaned critters - cats, dogs, rabbits, birds, hampsters - even a goose!
The nice doctors and nurses at the SPCA got me all fixed up and then moved me to the outpatient's ward at PetCetera at Arbutus Mall.
And that's where Simone and Khun Mark found me on a very wet, very dreary November day. The best day of my life! Free at last! Free at last!
Well, almost. First, I had to climb into a cardboard box, which wasn't fun, and endure a terrifying car ride to their Yaletown flat.
I also had a bad case of kitty cough. I think they seriously thought of naming me Wheezy! But with the help of some little white pills Khun Mark managed to trick me into swallowing every day for two weeks, I eventually started to feel much better.
After that I devoted myself to happily exporing my new home, getting to know my new pals, and of course, sleeping as much as felinely possible!
Oh, and my namesake? She passed away peacefully last year at the grand old age of 70, loved, adored and given a really big funeral by her entire village in Sri Lanka.
Sure glad they named me after an elephant and not a mouse!