phoebe: our newest addition

when kevin and i came across the picture of a tiny, fluffy, grey kitten on http://www.petfinder.com/index.html, our hearts melted; we knew she was the one for us. it did not take long before we were in the car on our way to st. cloud to pick her up from the central minnesota animal care and control center in st. cloud, mn. she was said to have been either abandoned by her mama or something had happened to her. she was found with four brothers but was seperated from them upon their return to the shelter in order to keep males and females seperate. poor baby was all alone and scared. said to be eight weeks old by the shelter, this little bundle of fluff instantly loved us as much as we loved her as she purred away when i held and cuddled her; she was desperate to be loved.

named after the bubbly, fun-loving "friends" character, phoebe is a complete joy.

we took her to the vet a couple days ago in order to make sure she was healthy and to begin her routine vaccinations. when the vet examined her, she estimated that baby phoebe was only four weeks old! our tiny, precious kitten was much too little to begin any vaccinations that day, but the doctor did say she was perfectly healthy... and quite spunky! we will return in approximately four more weeks to begin her vaccinations.

phoebe is very curious and fearless for her age as she explores everything; the apartment is her personal playground. she thinks she is tough-stuff and continuously tries to jump onto our couch, chair, and bed but cannot quite make it. she ends up having to climb the rest of the way up! our curious kitten is obsessed with food, milk and ice cream in particular, and will jump into your finished ice cream bowl if you leave it unattended for a split second. she loves bouncing and prancing around as if she is stepping on hot coals--it is the cutest thing. phoebe also thinks she is a parrot as she loved to sit on your shoulder and snuggle up to you; she also loves to lay on your chest and listen to your heartbeat.

this morning when i was getting ready to leave for work, she sat at my feet crying because she knew i was leaving--so sad!


phoebe and me

phoebe and kevin

sweet, little phoebe all ready for bedtime

in times of great loss, sometimes, you are left with extra love that can no longer be physically applied to your lost loved one. yes, it is true you can still love the person you lost, but you cannot kiss, hug, or socially interact with them anymore. it may sound silly, but this is where a pet may help heal the wound. phoebe is someone for me to pour all of the physical love into that i once was able to give to my grampa. i am able to physically touch her, snuggle her, hug her, and kiss her; she also misses me when i'm gone.

it seems to make more sense in my head, but having phoebe around honestly calms me.

maybe she was meant to be.

a gift from my grampa, perhaps? he always did love animals... dogs, in particular, but we will not tell phoebe that!

my grampa's headstone "rocks"

humor: a comic, absurd, or incongruous quality causing amusement

when dealng with loss, one can choose to cope positively or negatively. as humans, we are all entitled to negative thoughts and actions which tend to surface during difficult times in our lives, but there comes a point when realizations must be made: i cannot change what has happened, but i can change my outlook.

death sucks, plain and simple. i do not have all the answers; i do not have the key to making a sucky situation less sucky. all i can say is when life gives you lemons, suck on them, make the classic lip-puckering face in front of the mirror, and have a good laugh at how goofy you look.

see the title of this blog. then, look at the photo. it may be my lack of sleep, or i may just be funny. who knows? who cares? it sure made me laugh!

my grampa's headstone