Ah - Phoebe.... my beautiful and delicate girl. Phoebe came to be a part of our family when I convinced my sweet husband that Oliver needed a kitten - the older girls would not play with him - that's so sad... (just for the record - we got Oliver to play with Emma and we got Nigel to play with Clooney - do you see a theme here?)
It was a day in late October when I drove a really long way - not sure exactly to where - to a farm out in the country to pick her up. When you add a new cat to an existing cat household - wow - talk about drama. The older girls were none too pleased but Phoebe and Oliver did hit it off right away. Eventually she became a part of the family. She gets along with all her siblings with the exception of Aggie. Not sure what the deal is with those two but they just do not feel the love for each other. This results in cat fights - hissing, growling, general ugliness. Oh if I had a nickel for every time I have said "be nice".
Phoebe was an adorable kitten:
She has grown into a beautiful adult cat:
She is quite a chatty cat - I think its the Siamese in her. She talks to us, her siblings, her toys - always has something to say. Speaking of toys - she truly loves them. There isn't a day that goes by that she doesn't play with them and its not unusual to wake up to a hallway full of 10 or 12 different things she has dragged out overnight. Pheebs also plays a mean game of fetch - she is more consistent about bringing the ball back than Emma is for sure.
She is one of those cats that is always with you - wants to be where you are. She doesn't demand attention - she just wants to hang out. Oliver and Phoebe are best friends - they love each other - playing, wrestling, bathing - they are together pretty much all the time. Phoebe loves to run and she frequently engages the ferret in a fantastic game of tag that covers the entire layout of the house. If she were a person - she would be that girl who was amazingly beautiful but so sweet at the same time. Don't pick her up please - really not a fan of that. Do give her face a little rub with a warm washcloth when you are done with your bath - she loves that. She does like things that make noise - she has hung up many a call on the speaker-phone. She heads over to see what the noise is an ends up standing on the button. Phoebe is my gentle and lovey cat - I adore her and am so thankful she is a part of our crazy family.
The Zookeeper
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