Pilfering Paws

Phoebe is a full grown, 6.5 pound firecracker of a kitty.  She’s the smallest and youngest of our three, and definitely rules the cat tree.  In addition to her Queen Bee status, she’s also known in our house as “Hotfoot” because of her quick-as-lightning pilfering paws and electric escapes.  She’s stolen jewelry, hair bands, sticks of butter, snack cakes, ice cream bars, and a most anything else she can secretly snatch.  She so stealthy and speedy that I only catch a blur of her tiny body racing down the stairs to tuck away the treasures in her crow’s nest.  She stores most her of booty in a cheap, pop-up cat cube that has a few hidey-holes, through which she maintains lookout.  Once, she made away with my mother’s new turquoise bracelet.  Mom made the mistake of reaching inside the cube to retrieve the bracelet and was met with a swatting paw whose message was clear: “Mine!”  It soon became obvious to us that we need to close the lid on the jewelry boxes, stash food inside cabinets, and never underestimate that cat!

Hotfoot!!!