Phoebe was our kitty. She was a year and a half when we got her. Trevor was only 3 months old at the time, so she's been a part of the family practically since we were one. She was extremely needy, constantly competing for attention with the kids, often accompanying them in my lap. She was often an after thought...a side note. I was such an animal person before I had kids. I was one of those obnoxious people saving every stray and call them "furbabies." Then I had real babies that demanded constant attention and care, leaving me too exhausted and preoccupied to care for anything else. Phoebe clung to any ounce of attention she was able to receive. She rarely struck out at the kids out of anger unless it was well deserved. She kindly let them pull her tail and ears with barely a twitch. She was a really good kitty and will be missed.