Cleo 6/12/92 - 2/27/09
When we got Cleo, she was small enough to fit in one of our hands. When I brought her home, I gave our then other cats, Mr. Cat and Toad, human tuna so they wouldn't feel left out. When I returned from throwing away the can, the boys were sitting back from the plate and Cleo was standing over the plate, mouth full of tuna, and growling at the boys. They were smitten with her from that moment on.
Cleo dug up all my plants. She would climb the curtains and get stuck, and we would come home to find her dangling from the curtains. Mr. Cat would open the closet, she'd run in to explore, and he'd lean up against the door to lock her in.
She loved any meat that once had feathers . . . and wasn't shy about helping herself. Until her recent illness, she would sit in the Phenom's lap everynight during dinner.
She died today . . . just shy of being 17 years old.
When we got Cleo, she was small enough to fit in one of our hands. When I brought her home, I gave our then other cats, Mr. Cat and Toad, human tuna so they wouldn't feel left out. When I returned from throwing away the can, the boys were sitting back from the plate and Cleo was standing over the plate, mouth full of tuna, and growling at the boys. They were smitten with her from that moment on.
Cleo dug up all my plants. She would climb the curtains and get stuck, and we would come home to find her dangling from the curtains. Mr. Cat would open the closet, she'd run in to explore, and he'd lean up against the door to lock her in.
She loved any meat that once had feathers . . . and wasn't shy about helping herself. Until her recent illness, she would sit in the Phenom's lap everynight during dinner.
She died today . . . just shy of being 17 years old.
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May she rest in peace.
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