Today marks the one-year anniversary of the day Phoebe June bounced into our lives, electrifying every nook and cranny of our world. And then there’s the noise.  There’s a lot of that.  As I shared earlier here, it would be no surprise to discover that Phoebe June kept a diary, as she’s as full of opinions as a stage director with a headache.  I thought it fitting to start with her earliest musings.   Please don’t tell her I snooped. I’ll never hear the end of it.

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

I played and napped in the mudroom with my sissy today. Sissy’s fun, but not as much fun as me! Mommy Blair got grouchy again when we tried to have some milk, but Joy-lady fed us at the bowl and then let us run all over the house! Sissy’s a little scared of the Christmas tree, but not me! We heard the door and that dumb dog yelling. A lady came. Sissy peeked around the corner. I bounced around it. People need fun and I’m full of the stuff. The new lady smiled and scooped up Sissy. I watched.

No time for scooping – I zoomed under the Christmas tree – the sparkly-est, rustly-est, dangly-est thing ever!  Joy-lady scooped me in the middle of a zoom and put me in the new lady’s lap.  She likes me!  I could tell by the way she …Zzzzzz….

Then, Sissy got scooped again.  She didn’t say a word.  I had to do all the talking as usual.  The lady talked about Sissy’s pretty eyes and my pretty nose. She talked about it a lot. She called me “brave”.  I think that means I like to zoom, zoom…zzzzz…

Anyway, she kissed us and promised to come back.

Thursday, December 7, 2017

Joy-lady says it’s a special day. One of us is getting ‘dopted. Whatever that is, it’s already happened to Charlie and the others and I’m blaming the dog for it.

The nice lady came back with a man. She asked him over and over whether he liked shy Sissy’s sweet eyes or my beautiful velvet nose and my zoominess. I showed both of them what awesome cats are made of and zoomed and zoomed until I got tired and she scooped me again.

I guess getting ‘dopted means someone tucks your whole self inside their coat and makes you ride in a noise-box. I didn’t like the noise-box, but inside the coat, I felt the lady’s warm heart.  She told me over and over and over that she was my new mommy.  Every time I asked for Sissy and Mommy Blair, she just kept giving me more kisses.  Silly thing!  When the noise-box stopped, we got out and went into a new place.  I got about a hundred more snuggles from my new mommy. Then, she put me down and started following me everywhere!  I didn’t mind much – I had a grand explore – sniffed till my sniffer ached and told them what I thought of the place.  It had a nice potty pan, some tasty food, feathery toys and about a million hidey-holes.

I checked for bedbugs and took a bath and then explored some more till my zoomer was all zoomed out.  The lady put me in the man’s lap.  I was all ready for a nice nap until he started barking.

The lady called him “Daddy” and said he had a nasty cough, but I know a bark when I hear one. It took me twenty minutes to settle my tail hairs down.

I may have a brain the size of a walnut, but I know a thing or two and this new mommy’s got what it takes!  Her food is yummy, her robe is furry, she plays games and toys like a pro and I’m starting to get used to all the kissing.  If she would only stop interrupting me when I’m talking!  She calls me Phoebe June and I think I’ll let her ‘cause it sounds just right.

Each time I woke in the nighttime, all I had to do was reach up and pat my new mommy’s cheek and tell her about how I felt lost and how I couldn’t find Sissy or Mommy Blair.  She’d snuzzle me close and promise to take care of me and be my Forever Mommy.  When her eyes got all drippy, I knew she meant it.

I didn’t know how much I needed Phoebe June until I got her.  She lives life large, intent on letting us know that she is a mighty huntress, has no intention of being left alone and would prefer that we pay close attention to her running commentary.   Phoebe has two settings: “Park” and “Autobahn”.  Smuffy and I are learning to live with her effusiveness and the high-speed zooming.  It’s a little like having an emotionally needy child who is always following you everywhere, asking what you are doing now, insisting that you play games and that you sit down and pay attention to the umpteenth “show and tell” presentation – especially the “telling”. 

I’ll have to be careful about it, but I’ll try to sneak another page of her diary and share it with you soon.

You can get better acquainted with Phoebe June here and find out how Smuffy lost his marbles here. In case you’re considering adopting a kitten, you might want to check out “Top Ten Things You’ll Reconsider Once You’ve Become a Kitten Mom.”