Meeting my Mom and Dad for the first time was a rather uneventful event. At least for me. I couldn’t really see them, they didn’t bring me any food and then they threw me up in the air and sang some song about a lion. My name is Ruby, not Simba bitch! (It’s okay, I can say that, I technically am one). They smelled a little funny to me but not horrible like my Uncle Skunk.