What a babygurl! Phoebe is a sweet loving 1 year old American Short Hair. She loves to wear cat dresses and has an odd curiosity for drains. Phoebe has very subtle slight anxiety that morphs into annoyance and she will let you know by a loud nasal huffing after every outcome of a situation that did just not go her way. Phoebe loves temptations, and she can jump really high if purrrsuaded the right way with a sparkle string toy. She loves her cat tree! She and Rupert got it for Christmas but it's clearly hers...it's right next to my bedside..her spot is supplied with adorning teeny beanies. She won't hesitate to go full throttle pounce from three feet above you- to your chest in the middle of the night...only if you happen to be in a peaceful state of slumber on the left side of bed otherwise it's clearly not worth it and she will take the safe and proper exit down the corner side of the, tree. She will respond to the nick names No-na, Phoe-bits, Na-na, itty bitty, little bitty, baby girl, and meowmers...to name a few. Phoebe does not like fishy foods or human food but always wanting to take a whiff of what's in your hand that you find tasty and more interesting than her. The day I brought her home Rupert fell in love and mothered her. He bathed her and claimed her as his baby girl and they slept in a ball her first night home. Both Rupert and Phoebe are Registered E.S.A animals for bi-polar disorder, depression, OCD ( and contrast to popular belief I am not schizophrenic but ) when the spirits are harassing me and I must defend myself by talking back...so when questioned by concerning authorities within the vicinity it is helpful to claim that it is she I am talking with.