Harry and I got Phoebe as a hand-me-down kitty right after we started dating. Our first fight? Phoebe was there, purring and settling things down. Our first pizza at midnight? Phoebe was there eating the cheese off the box lid. Our engagement? Phoebe was at our feet trying to figure out if what was in the tiny black box was edible. Our first house? Phoebe was there, running up and down the stairs like furry greased lightening.
She's kept me company for years - and here's where it all started, in a tiny cottage near Marshall University with poorly chosen decor of orange walls, blue furniture and leopard sheets:
Blue carpet, white cat = bad combination:
Me with dark hair, Phoebe with less hair:
Phoebe was a champion snoozer:
"You will love me and alllll my 2000 furry parts!":
Thanks to everyone out there who sent me kind words - you guys can't know how much that helped! The loss of a family member, be it fleshy or furry,is a devestating event for all involved...
Wish me luck. Tonight is my first night sleeping alone in seven years. Expect an IM around 2:30 AM if it doesn't go well! :)