Phoebe is a seven year old Himalayan cat and an independant woman. With knives in her hands and the softest fur for miles, she's the best cuddle buddy that you're only allowed to look at.
We got Phoebe in 2017, about a year and a half after my wife and I started dating. Our friend, the previous owner, was being pressured by her then-boyfriend to reduce the number of creatures around. Phoebe had once bitten boyfriend in the nose (because he was a punk who deserved it) and so she left with her dignity and came to live with us. Shortly afterwards she jumped out of our window in the middle of the night to an alley 30 feet below, unscathed. Our heroic efforts in rescuing her the next morning were enough to prove ourselves worthy and she has stuck around ever since.
I'm sorry, no. It's honestly a bit weird that you read this far.