Tony: Hey Dad! How ya doing?
Troutbirder: Hi Tony! We're doing good. What's up?
Tony: Well..... I forgot Mom's birthday call and present.
Troutbirder: Ah. No big deal I'll put her on the phone and you can talk to her. Send the present later.
Tony: Ok. But....
Troutbirder: But what? ( Long Pause)
Tony: A kitten!
Troutbirder: "NO! No way. I forbid it." With Muffy my oddly named Chesapeake Bay Retriever on hand and the fact that I didn't particularly care for cats, this was a non starter.
Tony: Let me talk to Mom.......
And so now 18 years later Simba, ruler of his Oak Hill domain, has gone to his Final Reward. He was friendly and curious, calm yet brave, keeping several large dogs (Muffy and Baron) in their proper place. Much beloved by Barb and Ray and now sadly missed.