My Old Cat Phoebe

My favourite pet of all time has to be my old cat Phoebe. Who, like the Friends character she was named after, was funny, weird and hyper.

Originally, I had given Phoebe to my sister as a Christmas present, only she had no interest in looking after this fascinating cat. After only a few days of owning Phoebe, she was chucked out. Of course, I adopted her and let her stay in my room.

Phoebe decided all the major changes in my bedroom. She was the one who give consent to repaint the room and she also ordered a rearrangement of the furniture. With her natural leadership and climbing ambition it wasn't long before she was crowned "Queen Phoebe".

But Phoebe could not handle the publicity, the pressure. She began to wreck the kingdom in which she lived, eventually being outcast. However, I could not watch Queen Phoebe cry outside in the rain; I left my window at night, something Queen Phoebe appreciated deeply. As the months went by, Queen Phoebe would return with new wonderful stories each night. It was obvious that she was expanding her jurisdiction to the outside world.

It wasn't long before the outdoor creatures began to respect Phoebe as Queen. She was loved among the cats, dogs and even the mice. However, an unexpected blow brought Phoebes reign to a grinding finish.

It was the day that Queen Phoebe had decided to expand her Kingdom further. Now awaiting a permit to pass laws on the opposite side of the road, she would often cross the lane to hold meetings with the cows. One night, on her return to the bedroom, she did not look both ways and was struck in the head by an unknown vehicle.

This is the exact road of her death and an end of an era.