My roommate got Phoebe as a kitten just a week before I met Sherief. I named her Phoebe after Holden's sister in Catcher in the Rye, and it didn't take long before she adopted me as her mommy. She's been with us through so much - even driving across country in the back of our SUV when we moved to NC. With a natural attraction to the outdoors, she graduated from a third-floor balcony of my first apartment to an indoor patio of our first apartment as a married couple, then a gated back yard in a subdivision to the three acres we have today. I'm happy she has had a great life, though I too often take for granted how great she is with the kids. I can't believe she's over 12 years old now and just as sweet and fun as the first day I met her.
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