Phillip celebrates his Birthday on Thanksgiving.
Phillip's ever so sweet "feed me" pose
He was born in 1992.
What can one say about Phillip? =^..^= He came to us on
Thanksgiving. Some of our neighbors were moving. They came to our door with Phil (then
"Little Voice"). They were moving and didn't want him. Phillip walked right in and rubbed all
over the dog before we scooped him up and carried him upstairs for a bath.
Originally we said we were going to find him a home...and we tried.., but it was too late he found
one. Phillip being ours was all a matter of fate. Chances are that if he had remained with his
original family or gone on to another he would be dead. Phillip developed very serious
asthma. His life as an outdoors cat would have been very short. Phillip nearly died more
times than we care to count. At one point he required asthma injections every 4 weeks.
After years of careful monitoring he currently is getting them apx every 6 weeks. He
hasn't had a major attack in several years. It's been at least 2 years since Phillip spent the
night in the kitty hospital.
I LOVE boxes...especially window boxes!
All dressed up and no place to go
Phillip and Pouncequick
He earned every part of his name and he's quite a cat!
We owe much to our vet (Dr Jeanne Rosato). She is wonderful with
Phillip and even sings to him when he visits. She attributes his survival to 2 very watchful and
excellent parents. Even with all the shots and Doctor visits... Phillip still LOVES Dr Rosato! Phillip
loves everybody and is a pretty happy (not to mention damn lucky) cat.
