That's interesting. I have a photo print taken before I had my first digital camera..the 5D.. of our 'monster' cat in the hallway by the front door up on its hind legs doing battle with the short-haired grey one we called Phoebe until the vet said it was a male but no need to bother changing its name as it wouldn't know the difference. In case you're wondering why we didn't know,it was a half-starved stray who adopted us. It was about 2 years old when it turned up as we were having a BBQ . It had an eye infection so we took it to the vet for an anti-biotic injection and he asked what it's name was. We told him it was stray an d had named it Phoebe. It lived to 24 years of age. I'll see if I can get that photo on here. I think you'll appreciate it as you had a warrior version of the black & white one,too. The grey one always came to me rather than my wife. Same with the other stray,alsol black/white but very meek . It turned up on the front doorstep one day a frightened, timid,very hungry/thirsty cat. We advertised her and people who had lost their cat came,including a Chinese couple, but none claimed her. We called her "Freddie' after Freddie Mercury who had not long died..so around November 24th 1991. Strange,my wife could never understand why those two "adopted" me. When I went downstairs, first thing in the morning, the grey one would be lying on the settee and I'd say, 'Morning Phoebe".. ..just being funny, really but he vocally responded every time and went back to sleep. Lol
