My Phoebe

Well, the mother of another kitten, that is. I have seven--what a great number--seven fabulous kitties, six of them grown and getting old, and then this newest edition (known to the Vet as "No Name" and "Stray"). Having cats is like having oxygen and water, to me. I can't imagine my life without them. It's like living with seven tiny little human roommates with fur and tails; their personalities are so distinct, and so dynamic. They are my best friends, playmates, and in rare times, my nemesis full of teeth and claws.

To say I was surprised by the news of my new arrival would be an understatement. I had my eye on this particular kitten for some time, but it was so wild that I thought for sure it would never be caught. But, caught it was, on the seventh day of February, making my seventh little bundle of fuzzy joy. And much to my surprise, little "No Name" was incredibly docile (frightened to death, is more like it) as I transported her to and from the Vet's office in a small cardboard box marked "Made in China." After having her gender confirmed by the Vet, and a slew of innoculations and other unpleasantness bestowed upon my terrified little kitty, I brought her home--nameless, and too exhausted to move a muscle.

She looks wild, in every sense of the word. She's quite small, but her paws are big, which means she'll be a large cat. She has long, untamed guard hairs in her ears, giving her the look of a shrunken lynx. She's a light brown tabby with swirly splotches, also adding to her wild cat guise. Her eyes are the most beautiful I've ever seen, absolute neon, shockingly emerald green.

I laboured over a name for this little blessing. I knew it had to be something my deceased father would like, since I think he was the one who caught her for me, in reality. Yesterday, when she was captured and delivered to me, was the 13th anniversary of his death and--coincidentally--also the anniversary of his birthday. Since my father was also a fan of metaphysicality, the occult, and world religions, it made sense to look for a name mythology or fantasy born.

Finally, my mother--who has for the most part bailed me out of naming all my cats--suggested "Phoebe." I believe very strongly in names that end with a long "e" sound

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