His majesty, reclining on his throne of the hour.
Simba has come a long way. Now, he is not flinching when hands come near him, and now loudly demanding lots of petting, and brushing. He was startled by the brush, and hissed at it when it was on the footstool, but then he realised it wasn't the enemy... then he fell in love with it when he felt the brush on his fur. Then he started to bliss out, purring, rubbing his head all over the wall.
We are now into the 'they must learn limits and discipline stage of their rehab. He doesn't like it much, but he can be a boisterous Bengal all he wants, but he must learn manners and what he isn't allowed to do. It's working, but he doesn't like it much. He gets so sulky.
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