My beautiful Cleo is a black cat.
She’s absolutely everything Halloween.
She’s been with me since 1996 when we adopted her from a neighbor. As the story goes she lives in our bathroom. One might ask why. Our bathroom is spacious. It’s lovely actually and it’s especially lovely for a cat.
The bathroom has a bright warm western exposure window that she can perch at. Additionally she has a basket she can curl up in or a pillow up on a table she can snuggle on. Seemingly that and the window are her favorite.
She hangs out in the bathroom because we got a big female alpha dog and my Cleo doesn’t have her front claws. It wasn’t a good scenario.
What I love about my Cleo are her mink-minks or her expressions. She’s wonderfully vocal. I like that she looks right at you. Its as if she understands you! I love how she wriggles around on the floor happy to see you. She’s never been a lap cat, although when she was a kitten she did tour each of our beds, keeping us company and purring into the night. I love that she didn’t just pick one of us, that she took turns. She was diplomatic!
I personally don’t mind having feline company in the bathroom. My guests though sometimes think it’s odd.
My favorite regal cleo pose.
Make it a booootastic Halloween!
I love Cleo, and our visits in her abode
She’s my favorite out of the animals that you’ve had.
She loves you too, Michelle!
My cat while I was growing up was a black cat named Cleo too. Named for the Queen of the Nile, she was always regal. She live to ripe old age of 22 . . .
Oh I loved that you shared that Jennifer. We adopted two kittens actually. Tiger didn’t care for my second husband so we found a home for him. Should have kept the cat!My son said lets name the kittens tiger and lion — uh let’s not, let’s put a bunch of names in a hat and pick instead I said. Tiger was picked —errrr yet appropropriate for the orange and white tabby, and cleo – was for cleopatra which actually did suit her, my son said no mom, she’s cleo – like in LEO the lion. He got the names he wanted after all! Our family cat was Tinkerbell, also lived to a very ripe old age and regal. She looked like a delicate old lady and in the end, dying in her sleep.
Oh I loved that you shared that Jennifer. We adopted two kittens actually. Tiger didn’t care for my second husband so we found a home for him. Should have kept the cat!My son said lets name the kittens tiger and lion — uh let’s not, let’s put a bunch of names in a hat and pick instead I said. Tiger was picked —errrr yet appropropriate for the orange and white tabby, and cleo – was for cleopatra which actually did suit her, my son said no mom, she’s cleo – like in LEO the lion. He got the names he wanted after all! Our family cat was Tinkerbell, also lived to a very ripe old age and regal. She looked like a delicate old lady and in the end, dying in her sleep.