So "Phoebe" was a mischievious kitten, right up until we let her go at 18yo. She was called "Phoebe" cos she was such a goofball and unpredictable in how mischievious she was(and it was the height of "Friends", so yes she was named after the character from "Friends").

But the Photo that for us that summed up what she was like was from 2000.

My wife was home doing some cleaning, and Phoebe wanted to play, but she was busy and would gently shush her away, but Phoebe was a stubborn kitten. So when my wife put down the duster for a brief moment, Phoebe took her chance. When my wife came back, the scene that greeted her became known as the "great Feather Duster Massacre!" - Phoebe had taken the feather duster and totally murderized it. Instead of being mad at her, my wife grabbed a camera and caught the defiant mischief.

and this is the picture we would love to see "cartoonised"...

Altho the quality of that point-n-shoot from early 2000 is terrible, so I have attached a few from a photoshoot we did with her just a few years back when she was a grand-dame of 16yo (but still a kitten) so that you can better see her markings and that 'look' in her eyes...

And her defiant "tortietude" personality. When we finally let her go, the following is the picture we gave to the vet who had treated her most of her life, she summed it up as "totally perfect, it is her..." as she shed a tear. The vet did admit that of all her patients, Phoebe was one of her favourites, cos she was such a personality...

This was the facebook writeup to accompany the photo

Last year we lost Phoebe, our Kitten of 18 years. Softest, sweetest cat you'd ever meet - just ask my wife Marjean, our vet and the terrified vet techs who feared life and limb trying to hold her... I guess she was just sweet to me...
 

She truly was a daddies girl...

Here is her Obituary and hopefully it will give you a feel for her and why we think a drawing/cartoon would do her memory justice...

Phoebe Fieldhouse July 4 1999 to August 14 2017
Back on July 4th Weekend 1999 we had to go to Petco to get a bag of cat food for "Spike" our half Siamese half total-badass who was my wifes cat (from before we were married). "Spike" and I had a real love/hate relationship and that morning I had threatened to get a cat of my own just to teach her. Well I should have chosen my words carefully, cos they had kitten adoption day and there was this big cage full of bouncing kittens and a second cage with this tiny kitten in it all by herself. As soon as I opened the cage to pick up that lonely kitten and held her, I didn't stand a chance, I was hers... Then we found out she was in a cage by herself cos she beat the living crap out of the bigger kittens... I thought her tortie markings were Beautiful, while Marjean affectionately referred to her as a "rat with a skin condition" - yeah she was gangly, had big ears and she did look like she was splashed with clorox bleach.. BUT she was cute, and the way she curled up in the palm of my hand and started purring was so adorable...

Yeah, she was bat-shit crazy, a perfect example of "Tortie-tude", aggressive to other cats, she knew how to use her sharp pointy ends, but in all those 18 years she was my little love bug. She intimidated the vets, but as long as I held her she would behave (ish) as they poked and jabbed her.
And that was Phoebe, totally crazy, but she loved and trusted her 'daddy', I would even say that she was my "Greebo" and I was her "Nanny Ogg" - that was the nature of our relationship, no matter what crazy stuff she did, she was always my little kitten..

But all things come to an end and over the past 18 months we watched her health decline as her arthritis got worse, but despite her health she remained quite the feisty critter right up until the past month and then the spark in her we loved began to flicker and fade, so we knew it was time to let her go..

She truly was a Malkavian, a celtic wild thing and she was my Familiar (her craft name was Smilodon as befit her personality). And now she is with her MacFeegle friends charging into battle along side them as their battle cat - they had better look after her, cos I'm going to miss that multi coloured furry bundle of loving craziness deeply...

In the end she went out just as she had come in, curled up in my arms purring - the only way she would have it...