Final Phoebe Catblogging

Phoebe, Mouser Extraordinaire
January 2000 - March 2007

When I went to the kitchen this morning to make coffee and feed the cats, something didn't quite seem right. All three cats appear magically when the coffee-grinder starts, and I quickly realized I was missing a kitty. I fed Buddy and Charlie and went to see if my closet-dwelling cat had gotten shut in one of them overnight.

Sadly, no. She was on the futon in the spare room, and looked like she was sleeping. She had passed away in her sleep.

She was a great companion and we will always be grateful for the time we had her, and the memories of gifts of dead mice - and even squirrels - and the tussle with the possum - will live on forever in our family lore.

Because Kevin Dropped the Ball Friday Catblogging

Over at Political Animal, Kevin Drum fell down on the job today and deprived his readers of Domino and Inkblot. Okay, fellow Animals, since most of you got here from there anyway, here is your Friday catblogging by proxy -

Buddy
Other cats settle for a pet bed.
Mine require their own damned futon.

Charlie, sacked out with Zoe

Phoebe has finally emerged from the closet.
We'll see what next week brings, but don't
hold your collective breath for a class photo.

And a shot of Charlie, just for you, Elmo.

Necessary Friday Cat-Blogging

It is going to be a hell of a day. That is my prediction. The blogs are restless and the cynically-timed release of the KSM confession did not knock Torture Boy off the front pages.

Of course, I lost faith in the confession when I got to the part about how he is the real father of Anna Nicoles baby, O.J. can stop looking for the real killers and he personally was behind the English crop circles and Barack Obama's parking tickets in Cambridge.

The trickle over the dam may well be a deluge by noon.

Have some Kitty Karma.

Buddy really likes the linen closet. After twice picking them up,
the sheets are no longer on that shelf.

Charlie. In his natural state - sprawled out on his back,

showing me where his bits and pieces used to be.

Phoebe still finds them wholly intolerable and refuses to be
in the same room with those other cats.

We had a few really nice spring days with the windows open.
The brothers have decided that the very best place to be in the entire house
is the window sill in my bedroom, right at bird-level.

Taking in Refugees Cat Blogging

I could not bear to see these beautiful brothers separated, and their owner, a friend of my daughters, was beside himself with worry when he could no longer keep them. My empathic daughter joined him in his affective agony and the emotional appeals were never ending. She may be 23 and 5'10, but when she gets that pleading look on her face...

So now I have three cats.

Brothers

Buddy

Charlie

Phoebe finds the presence of these two riff-raff
interlopers a thoroughly revolting development,
and has taken up residence in a closet.