Phoebe

Phoebe and Henry on settle with Toffee nearby

Phoebe in pet garden at mouse watch area

Phoebe is a feral cat
She was born in the wild, what's wrong with that?
She looks so calm upon the seat
But taming her was no small feat!
We've been together many years
And still I can't allay all fears
She trusts me now, I'm pleased to say
And now feels safe enough to play

When people come to visit me
They sometimes look, but seldom see
My Phoebe is a feral cat
She was born in the wild, what's wrong with that?

And now my Henry cat is old
Dear Phoebe stops him being cold
She sleeps with Henry every day
She's kind to him in every way

When meals are served, she cannot wait
And other cats avoid her plate
For little Phoebe can be tough
And if you push her, even rough
If Ginger cat goes near her dish
She growls at him, her tail aswish
My Phoebe is a feral cat
She was born in the wild, what's wrong with that?

Each evening, up to me she comes
She wants a stroke and shows her tum
That means she trusts me very much
She loves to kiss me, feel my touch
But if another should approach
She'll run and hide beneath the couch
It takes a while to trust, you see
And you are you, you are not me
My Phoebe is a feral cat
She was born in the wild, what's wrong with that?

I am so glad I took the time
To know my Phoebe, now she's mine
I took her home for her sake, yes
But she is now the one to bless
For loving Phoebe, she loves me
And she is such good company
My Phoebe is a feral cat
She was born in the wild, what's wrong with that?