Hi, I’m Simba — the official feline spokesperson of the Pet Friendly House (yes, I take my role very seriously). Hailing from the frosty wilderness of Calgary, AB, I was rescued from the cold and adopted by Owen three years ago. But let’s be honest — it’s his dad who really runs the show: he’s the one handing out treats and managing my royal litter box.Where do I lounge? Only the finest spot — the foot of the bed, naturally. I sleep like a king on a Kingsdown mattress, once dressed in bedding from The Bay (RIP, dear Bay).As for food? I have refined tastes. I require a precise 50/50 blend of wet food and kibble — and salmon? Only if it’s perfectly cooked. Overdo it, and I walk.