I will not be sleeping alone tonight....
...because Phoebe has come home.
Phoebe is a short-hair dusty calico of undetermined age. She's been tested for everything, and tested negative for everything, she's been spayed, and had all her shots, and has been purring almost constantly since she arrived 3 hours ago.
She was found wandering, aparently lost, and taken in by someone who tried for a year to find her a home. Because of her son being allergic, she gave up and took her to the SPCA. As she was walking in, this other woman was walking out, and just couldn't see Phoebe in a cage for months, and took her from the lady. Two months later, she strikes up a conversation with someone who is thinking of getting another cat, and four days later, Phoebe is curled up on my sofa purring herself to sleep.
The only problem now is learning how to spell her name. How did I manage to get two calicos in a row with names I can't spell?
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RH
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