Phoebe

Rumour had it that a young female Scottish Fold was at the SPCA. Big Hair and I went to the site and sure enough... Phoebe! Now saddled with the totally unsuitable name of Milly (I had a Milly cat once, but that's another story), she sat in her cage, little owl face peering out. Of course we immediately removed her, telling the staff that we were "fostering with intent." Last time we fostered Phoebe, they recalled her like a substandard vehicle and sent her off to an obviously mismatched adoptive parent. We were bereft. But, here she is, little quiet, placid Phoebe, taking up residence with Coco and Stripey. Oh happy day.