Sept 29 2001 ~~ Sept 1 2008

I've always had abnormal cats. Misty had 8 toes...on each paw. Jazzy had these huge alien like eyes. Phoebe was fat. And not just "that's a fat cat". It was like "WOW-that cat is HUGE!" At her heaviest, she was 23lbs. At the beginning of the summer, she was 20.5 lbs. She started a diet, and I laughed and was so proud the first time I saw her try to chase down a chipmunk!

Phoebe was also abnormal, because she didn't mind taking a bath. She had no problem riding in the car. Miss Girl was one of the most traveled animals. Numerous car rides from WA to MT, on which she would just sit on our laps. Perferrably the lap of whoever was driving. MT to AZ, AZ to MT, MT to NY, flight from NY to MT. And back to NY again. We would open her carrier and she'd crawl out, but always went back in when we stopped. She was an ideal cat to have when living the Army life style.

Jesse finally decided I could have a cat soon after 9/11. We went to the pound, and I picked out my cat. Then on our way out of the room, this tiny little girl stood on her back legs and pawed at the cage. Jesse stopped, and said "I want that one". I put the other one back and home went Miss Phoebe Ann Sandefer. She loved her daddy, I think because she was smart enough to know that he was allergic to her. We once did a test, and both laid a shirt on the bed, she went straight to his to lay on!

I will never forget the look on her face the day we brought Wyatt home. She looked at me like "how dare you bring a dog here". Oh she was mad, as you can see in one of the pictures. Who knew that within months they would be best friends. When Phoebe was really getting heavy, she couldn't clean her back, so Wyatt did it for her. There were times when Wyatt would be sleeping, and Phoebe would go over and lick his nose and rub her face on his.

Phoebe became sick this last week, and today I got the bad news from the vet. She had severe liver disease, and was a really really sick kitty. I had to make the hardest decision of my life to have her put to sleep.

I know, I know, it's a cat. But my pets are extra special to me, being that I'm home alone so much, they really do become my best friends. Phoebe got me through many lonely times when we lived in WA and Jesse was always gone training.

A little piece of my heart if broken, I will miss her.