Turning 10 isn’t easy for a cat!
I can remember the day at the SPCA when we found Phoebe sitting alone in a cage! She was the size of my palm of my hand and such a loveable little kitten! I mostly remember her large eyes and very fluffy hair. Of course, coming from the SPCA she had the repertory pneumonia and very sick. The Vets said that if she had been brought to the veterinary clinic a day or two later that she probably would not have survived (she was that sick). I remember sitting in her “sick cat room” and watching the first reports about Princess Dianna crashing in the tunnel. From that point we have always consider Phoebe as a princess in the honor of Princess Dianna!!
A few years later my mother found Lazy (the white one my mother calls Lacy) at the SPCA and fell in love with her. Phoebe took Lazy under her paw and the two became best of friends. They lived with my mother for most of their life and once my mother had remarried, she adopted a dog into the house. These cats that had run the house for too long just wouldn’t put up with this new intruder. Since they have always lived inside, they had never experienced a life with a dog and so they went into hiding for over two months! It broke my mother’s heart but she asked if they could come live with me!! To this day I still tell everyone “These are my mother’s cats . . . . that I take care of . . . . feed them . . . . clean their litter box . . . . . .and comb them . . .”!
We don’t know her exactly what day Phoebe was born on but we do know that it was sometime in the month of June 1997. I would like to wish this purring machine a happy 10 years old birthday (no idea how old she is in cat years).