The arrival of Jack and Phoebe at Gloria and Patricia's doorstep as tiny kittens
is something of a strange story.
When they lived in Dallas, a gentleman who had a home down the street from them passed
away. When his relatives opened the house they found some 62 cats and a dog living inside. Some of the animals escaped before
Animal Control could get out to the house to pick them up. Among the animals who escaped was the kittens' mother.
A few days later, as Gloria returned from an outing, she saw the mother cat dart
away from behind the potted plants near the front door. Upon investigation she found two tiny kittens, eyes open
but just barely toddling, hiding behind the pots. When the mother mother cat did not return for the kittens, they
took them in. Both kittens fit comfortably into one of Gloria's hands as she carried them inside and made a nest-box for them
in the spare room.
They were named Jack (orange and white) and Phoebe (gray and white), and they now
had a new home. They quickly outgrew their box, but Patricia worked away from home and Gloria was a full
time student. They couldn't run loose in the house when there was no one at home - Lady, Patricia's wonderful, aged Siberian
Husky, was an inveterate cat killer (think Sopwith Camel, with a cat tally on her forehead!). Jack and Phoebe needed social
contact and a safe place to grow up in.