There she is, posing as she always does.
Fibi maybe a philosopher, or a very fond lover of mother nature.
She was rescued when she was just days old. Cold, shivering and the brink of never coming into my life and making me smile.
I never spoke to her about the first days of her life, and I don't think I ever will.
She was the tiniest thing, ever. Just the size of my fist.
Don't they say the fist is the size of your heart? Maybe that is why she completely took mine over.
It was my friend and I who decided to name her Fibi.
Soft, simple and something that matched her size - and part of her lore.
Originally, it was going to be Phoebe - paying homage to the lyricist, singer and composer of the single hit "smelly cat"
Fibi didn't find it a challenge to get along. Matter of fact, I think she is one of the friendliest kitten I have ever known. She always felt confident, in-control and free. And constantly in purr-mode.
From her day one, as soon as she was dried up and given a warm spot, she jumped into asserting her stand on sharing and giving love. I don't think she knew what purring was back then, but she surely knew how to make it clear that she was A-okay with petting and belly rubs!
Fibi went through much more. She had a very strong spirit and a positive outlook on everything. After debugging, vaccinating and getting a passport she showed signs of having a respiratory issues.
Although she would get fatigued very easily, her love for running around, climbing things and playing chase never depleted. Did I mention she loved playing chase? She'd tap on the foot and stare at you until you chased her. After you tap her she'd chase you!
Once she'd run out of breath it was cuddle time. Fibi had to go through a nose surgery. It was the source of her respiratory problems. Somewhere in the first few days of life she had suffered an injury to the nose Bridge that somehow went unnoticed for the longest time.
Fibi loved taking walks to the giant window above my bed, and nature-watching from the balcony. She also knew she was safe here and that meant she'd cuddle up with absolutely everyone.
Never did a stranger make her nervous or protective. Everybody is
a friend!
Nap time was very special to her. There was only one place she'd be ready to sleep. My bed. With my arm. Not on it, just with it. She'd rub herself all over the arm and melt down into sleep mode. It only made me lover her more.
When she never got my arm she'd go to the next thing with my smell on it. Or so I believe. The laptop or any of my phones. There have been multiple times I came home to find her sleeping on something I had my hands all over. What a total germaholic!
Fibi changed my life. She showed me a side of me I thought I had long lost. She was a homie. Nothing less. There was never a meal at home she was never part of. No laugh or cry she never shared.
She always annoyed me, purposely, walking around the house with her tail high up in the air. I'd scream "Cover yourself!" and she'd simply walk away.
Fibi was a friendly kitty. Always playing around, climbing the walls and jumping from the top of furnitures, exploring her inner tarzan. She never said no to a hug or cuddles, even if it annoyed her.
The days after she was no longer around was gloomy and very, very empty. I don't think we both had any regrets. We made the most of our time together.
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