American Shorthair
Picture of Phoebe, a female American Shorthair

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Home:Bryan / College Station, TX  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 11 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 8 lbs.

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   Leave a treat for Phoebe

Little Durr, Skitty Kitty, Wild Child, Sneaky Girl, Stinker, The Feral One

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Quick Bio:
-part feral-cat rescue

May 1st 2004


Hiding, wrestling with Murray.

Claw trimming.

Favorite Toy:
Lazer Pointers, String.

Favorite Nap Spot:
The bottom shelf by the desk in the kitchen.

Favorite Food:
Whatever Nina is eating.

Looking evil & being an angel, Hiding.


Arrival Story:
Phoebe was one of three feral kittens born in a hedge next to a retirement complex. The new managers of the complex were planning on trapping & exterminating the 'vermin' (rats, mice & cats). One day I discovered her brothers (Murray & Zoot) playing in front of their den and decided they were too cute to be exterminated, so I snatched them all and an employee managed to grab their mama a few days later.

Phoebe escaped a few days after we arrived in Texas and immediately went into heat, making her a very difficult cat to recapture. We finally bought a Raccoon Trap which did the trick, but only after catching an extremely anti-social feral tomcat (who impregnated her) and a feral mama cat that had just given birth. We took the tom to the Humane Society, released the mama cat to care for her kittens (never saw her again), gave Phoebe a much-needed bath and took her to the vet to be spayed. Phoebe is a sweetheart with strong survival skills, or she's a skeertycat - depending on your point of view. Her habit of hiding disguises the fact that she's extremely affectionate and will gladly allow herself to be held & petted while she purrs and licks your arm. More photographs of our furry family can be found at cats.

Lives Remaining:
7 of 9

Forums Motto:
Run away! Run away!

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Celebrity/Famous Person Game

Birthdate & significance:
Saturday, May 1st, 2004. Taurus.

Name Meaning:
Phoebe is the smallest of Saturn's moons, a ball of sooty dirt that spreads grime on its neighbors. That's our Phoebe!

My Background:

My cool clock:

I've Been On Catster Since:
April 4th 2005 More than 10 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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Meet my family
NinaMurrayZootKaty Jane
JasmineMr StubbsMikkiPepper

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I Am A Shadow

The Great Escape

February 26th 2006 8:31 am
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One night right after we moved to Texas, Daddy left the back door open. He spotted Zoot & Murray sniffing around the doorway and shooed them back inside, but he couldn't see me in the shadows and .... I escaped! Ha-HAAA! I was so excited I almost instantly went into heat, found a neighborhood tomcat, and got myself pregnant.

Ahh, memories.

Daddy & Mommy tried to catch me, but I am blazingly quick and foiled their every attempt with stealth, cunning, and astounding bravado. I even mated with that tomcat right outside the window as Daddy watched, sputtering in fury! How I laughed...

My downfall was that I got hungry. Daddy put a can of my favorite food, tuna, in what he calls a "trap", and set it out on the deck. I was powerless to resist the delightful aroma, and before I knew it the cage door had snapped shut behind me and I was caught like a bird! Moments later Daddy came out of the house with a wolf-like grin on his face, picked up the cage with me in it, and took me inside. All my feral instincts surged to the front and I tried my best to escape, but he was tricky. He put the cage in the bathroom and closed the door before letting me out!

He quickly grabbed me, picked me up, and hugged me ~ purring like a great big old lion. My feral instincts were still going crazy, but I didn't try to scratch or bite him because his arms around me felt so good and his purring was sooooo comforting, but I just wanted to get back outside and run free.

Then he said, "Phoebe, you STINK! Oh my LORD! We gotta wash you, girl..." And he put me in the sink, turned the water on, and gave me a (shudder) BATH! The horror! The wetness! The soap! The rubbing! The warm water! The ... well, if the truth be told it actually felt pretty good (though I'll never tell HIM that). But the soap washed off the sweet smell of my boyfriend, and my feral instincts sort of went down the drain with his enchanting tomcatty scent.

Darn it...

Then Daddy wrapped me in a towel, rubbed the water out of my fur, and took me out into the living room to reunite with Zoot, Murray, Nina & KatyJane, who all seemed puzzled but more or less happy to see me. He fed me the can of tuna he had baited the trap with (which was only proper). A few hours later he left to go get Mommy (she was "at work"), and when they came back she hugged me, too, and told me I was a bad girl for running away but a good girl for letting myself get trapped.

Right. Like I *meant* to do that...

A few weeks later they took Nina & I to the vet and got us "fixed". I had no idea we were broken, but Mommy & Daddy said we each had been carrying five kittens and there was no room in our home for *fifteen* cats. They also said they had no idea how Nina had become pregnant, and that is a mystery they still haven't figured out. I know, but I'm not telling them.

Well, that's quite enough of a diary entry for now. I had no idea I had so much to say, and I need to sleep for a couple of hours to recover my strength! Purrrrrr...



February 16th 2006 8:25 pm
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Well, Daddy says I have to write a diary ... poop. I want to sleep!

It all started one pretty day in spring a couple of years ago ... my brothers Zoot & Murray were playing outside of our den in the hedge next to the big white building in a place called California when suddenly I heard Murray yelp, and then this big old bald hairless ape of a human crawled head-first into our den and GRABBED ME! Naturally I mewed for my mum and she came running, but the hairless ape scared her off and I never saw her again. He said we were "feral" and was going to take us to "the pound", but he somehow never managed to get us there. Instead he gave us something that got rid of the little bugs that were biting us and then gave us food, but we got sick because we were too little for grownup cat food. Then he turned us over to another mum cat called Nina who hissed at us ... and then purred and gave us milk, so everything was okay.

Time passed and we came to love our big hairless ape as our Daddy. He would play with us and give us good skritches, and let us sleep in his bed sometimes even when he was in it. He talked a lot to a little black box, and one time he let me hear the voice that was coming out of it. It was a lady's voice, and he seemed to like to talk with her a lot. One day the lady in the box came out, and she helped Daddy put everything in boxes, then put the boxes in a big truck, and then we all got in the truck and drove for a long, long time. My brothers & mum & me were plenty scared but finally we came to Mommy's home and put everything inside and ....... we were home again. It wasn't the same, there was another cat like Nina but she hissed a lot more than Nina did. The house was all strange at first but we got used to it and I found a nice hiding place in a den next to Mommy & Daddy's bed.

We have been here for a year now. Daddy says it's called "Texas". We have all gotten used to the new cat (her name is KatyJane) even though she & I hissed at each other at first. Now sometimes she shares my den next to the bed (it's called a "closet") and we get along okay. I sometimes get scared and want to hide, but Daddy & Mommy are really patient with me and say I'm still a little feral sometimes so it's okay.

Well ..... that's it for now. Daddy wants his keyboard back so I'm going to go have a nap and will write more later. (wait until you hear about the time I ran away!)

Purrs & wrist lickies...

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