Phoebe is a nine-year-old calico-tabby girl who weighs a whopping six-and-a-half pounds. She the youngest of our three kitties, but it’s no secret that she rules the roost, and she always has. Cosmo and Saffy are twice the size of this tiny dynamo, but that doesn’t stop her from throwing her weight around. When it comes to behavior, she’s definitely the alpha around here. She’s my alpha-bit.
Not only is Phoebe queen of the castle, she’s incredibly fearless! She sports the total tiger vibe when she walks into any room, and doesn’t shy away from many of the things other cats despise.
Here are five reasons why I call her Fearless Phoebe:
She loves the hair dryer. Weird, huh? While my other cats can’t duck under the bed fast enough, Phoebe races into the bathroom so she can watch me dry my hair. She’s mesmerized by the thing! I can even point it at her and she doesn’t budge. Maybe she was a hair stylist in a past life.
Many kitties are scaredy cats when it comes to crowds. The sound of the doorbell sends them running, and they hide away until all strangers have vacated the premises. Phoebe has always been a social gal. She greets guests, whether she knows them or not, and has no trouble being a social butterfly at parties. Last year I hosted a Feline Rescue fundraiser/Sarah Donner concert in my home. Phoebe not only milled around during the gathering, she wound up climbing into the donation basket and falling asleep.
Not only does Phoebe enjoy the hair dryer, she’s not fazed at all by the vacuum cleaner. In fact, I have to vacuum around her because she won’t move. Meanwhile, my other two cats race away like Godzilla has suddenly descended upon our living room.
Phoebe pretty much takes what she wants and couldn’t care less what anyone thinks. And she’s a complete loudmouth. She struts around the house meowing her demands, and of course we usually comply. She is awfully cute, after all. She demands snuggles and owns my desktop while I’m working. I’d love to bottle her unwavering confidence and sell it on eBay.
Phoebe’s always loved music and can’t get enough of listening to my kids play their instruments. My daughter played the flute for many years, and Phoebe would paw at the door until she could come inside and listen to her practice. It was a total Pied Piper situation. My son plays the drums and she’s the same way with him. You can imagine how loud our house gets when he’s practicing in his bedroom. Phoebe can’t get enough of it. She missed her calling as a groupie.
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About the Author: Angie Bailey is an eternal optimist with an adoration of all things silly. Loves pre-adolescent boy humor, puns, making up parody songs, thinking about cats doing people things and The Smiths. Writes Catladyland, a cat humor blog, Texts from Mittens (birthed right here on Catster) and authored whiskerslist: the kitty classifieds, a silly book about cats wheeling and dealing online. Partner in a production company and writes and acts in comedy web series that features sketches and mockumentaries. Mother to two humans and three cats, all of which want her to make them food.