Can you believe it? Mom totally forgot Phoebe KitTON's birthday.
Phoebe is a year old!! At least we think she is...her guesstimated birthday is the 5th, which is the birthday the betterinarian gave to her when Mom adopted her. She was part of a litter of kitTONs brought into the vet to be rescued, so no one knew her exact birthday. Mom just happen to have Fergie at the Betterinarian's office for her last set of shots when the evil receptionist twisted her arm and forced her to go look at the kitTONs in the back office.
She saw lil Phoebe and the rest was history.
She was so little when she first came to live with us!
At first, Fergie din't like her at all. She would hiss and growl every time she saw her. But after a day or so (and with the help of lots of kitty treats anytime Phoebe was close to Fergie!), they quickly became fast friends.
They play...they fight (don't worry, its just pretend!)...they cuddle...and they clean each other. Its super duper sweet.
She doesn't like her picture taken very much, so its hard for Mom to get a good shot of her. She always looks a little grumpy.
Phoebe is a super sweet kitTON. She loves to cuddle with Mom on the couch, and frequently tries to cuddle with me as well...but I don't want none of that cat-hair on me so I usually don't let her.
She needs a little help with the volume on her motor though...even when she's purring extra hard Mom can hardly hear her! And she's gonna hafta watch those kitty crunchies she's eating. She a total glutton and always acts like she's starving. She loves her food and will often lie down while she's eating...face stuck in her bowl of crunchies. She even weighs more than Fergie now!
Happy Belated Birthday Phoebe...I hope you like the slobber present I got you! BOL!