The next huge event I didn't get up on time also occurred on March 17, and it was our one year anniversary of adopting our kitty, Princess Phoebe. It doesn't seem like a year, she's as crazy and hyper as the day we got her (she was 6 months old at the time), but I can't imagine spending even a day away from her. She's my constant companion, familiar and amazes us each day with how smart she is. (Sometimes a bit too smart) She's also spoiled rotten and runs the household (hence the "Princess").

Even with all her frenetic energy, over the last year she's only actually broken three things in the house, knocked from shelves by accident. She's a Burmese cat, which is basically the equivalent of a Border Collie, and Burmese are called "dog cats" because of all of their dog-like qualities. She retrieves mice, performs tricks for our amusement, likes to play with water, begs for ice cubes to bat around, has to know what we're doing at all times, eats some of the strangest things I've ever seen a cat eat, and talks up a storm.