When I was young (10-12) we had a family cat named Simba. Short haired. Super cool cat. We lived in the middle of nowhere so Simba would roam the countryside like… well… Simba!
That is, until he came home one day with a bullet hole in his tail. Luckily his tail was saved, but on the upside we moved after that AND it was pretty hilarious to my 10 year old self to watch him walk around with a cast on his tail.
Poor kitty. He lived a full, happy life. I miss him