Archive for May, 2009

Don’t Do the Math

May 14, 2009
Sweet Phoebe in the backyard

Sweet Phoebe in the Backyard

I was an only child. About the time that I moved off to college, my folks and some coworkers found a momma kitty and her brand new litter under a dumpster at the hospital where they worked. Mom and Dannie took two of the kittens home: Bart and Phoebe.

Bart was an adventurer and a hunter. He would run into the fields behind their house, chasing anything that dared try to get away from him. He would often bring back pieces of his conquests, laying tiny tails and other body parts at my parents’ front door, seeking praise for being such a good hunter. One day several years ago, he went out on an adventure and never came back.

Phoebe, on the other hand, always liked to stay pretty close to home. She loved nothing more than to curl up on the couch for hours with Mom while she read a nice, long book. Napping on a comfy blanket next to Mom on the couch is still one of her favorites places to this day.

Sweet Pink Nose

Sweet Pink Nose

Phoebe turns 19 this year, and there’s not much that makes me feel older than thinking about it being 19 years since I went off to college. Her thyroid and kidneys are showing their age, and she’s getting a bit demanding — if she wants fresh-from-the-tap water at 2 a.m., she’s not shy about letting Mom and Dannie know — but for the most part, she’s doing great.

She’s not a big fan of the camera — I’ve been trying for ages to get a good picture of her — but grab a book and curl up on the couch with her, and she’s one happy kitty.

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