Odin

In  memory: "Cleo" 1995 - 2005

On August 12, 2005, Cleo passed away from total kidney failure. She was only 10 years old. This was more than I could bear. I was still grieving the loss of FatCat in the middle of June, then devastated by Cleo's passing.  I cannot describe the pain and grief I went through losing two of my cats so close to each other. I miss them terribly. This site will remain named and run as it is, in memory of Cleo and Missy. 

My formal name is "Chocolado Cleopatra",
but all my friends call me "Cleo" (and my owner occasionally calls me other names that can't really be listed here and maintain its status as family-friendly). You see, I'm a bit mischievous at times . . .

Our site has been growing so much that I decided it's time for each of us to have our own individual pages. On each, we tell you how we came into our owner's life (and some of us were downright sneaky about it!).  We also threw in some tidbits about our more endearing qualities and, naturally, our fabulous personalities. 

To get to FeeBee's and Missy's pages, use the buttons on the left, or the Next button at the bottom of my page.  For our newest family edition, Odin, his page has a link to the left. We've yet to make him a button. We figure he has to earn the right to one first! 

So let's start off with me, of course . . .

I'm the self-designated Queen of the House. My owner found me at a local cat show and just had to bring me home (I knew this was going to happen; I ESP'd her). I'm a solid black Oriental Shorthair with lovely yellow eyes, and have that wonderful, strong Siamese personality. I love to talk (I'm very opinionated) and absolutely must be the center of attention. I like to lean up against Mom's chest with my face near hers, so I can stare at her while she's at work on her PC. To get her attention, I touch her mouth with my paw and stare at her until she talks to me. If she doesn't start talking, I paw her until she does.  

I'm also a "terror" (I'm not sure what that word means, but it must be good because Mom calls me that sometimes). There was this really neat thing I liked to do: I used to dash across the curtains on top of my owner's canopy bed at top speed. But one night everything came down, and a solid brass thing that held up the curtains got badly bent. Mom was really upset about it and I don't know why. I mean, I thought she put that stuff up there just for me and okay, fine, I guess she was trying to go to sleep at the time. I don't recall ever being told not to play when she was trying to sleep. 

There's one thing I do that I *know* she doesn't like. I dump the trashcan when there's something in there that smells like kitty num-nums to me. Since I can't open the fridge door, I figure this is the quickest route to human food when that canned junk gets totally boring. Alas, I can no longer perform this amazing feat; she put this really heavy whoozywhatsit on top of it and I'm not strong enough to dump it. I'm working on a Plan B.

I LOVE potato chips! I can hear a bag of chips open a mile away. Pringles� are a personal preference, but Lay's� Ruffles will do in a crunch (I swear, no pun intended!). Many a time I've crawled inside a bag and just stayed there, happily munching away. This apparently annoys Mom because when she catches me she thwacks the side of the bag while I'm inside. It startles me so bad I go airborne! Once she scared me so badly that I took off at a dead run, ran into the bathroom, took a flying leap onto the toilet, and . . . the lid was open. Have you ever seen a cat launch itself straight up in the air like a rocket? My dignity was badly damaged.

Since Odie joined the family, he and I get into scraps pretty much all the time. Even though we're the best of buddies, you can't expect me to act as if that's the case. We fight over bed space to get close to Mom at night. One of my tactics in winning is to charge Odie like a bull when he least expects it. I take a flying leap from the floor onto the bed and scare the bejeebers out of him. It works wonderfully.  

We also fight over who gets to lay on top of the monitor when she's on the PC. This tends to annoy Mom greatly since we do this while we're both on top of the monitor, and apparently our legs and tails are flying all over the screen and we tend to knock things over and off when she's trying to work.

Then, of course, are the "night runs" that have since also turned into "day runs." You know, those are the "runs" that occur at a very high rate of speed and the purpose is to see how many pieces of furniture you can rebound off of in the shortest period of time. 

Well, enough of me for now. There will be more to come as I refine my personality, acrobatics, and my relationship with Odie. Why not take the time now to visit FeeBee? She's our resident literal furball, with a few quirks of her own. And before you go, take a look at my Dad, Sir Begbie, below. Isn't he gorgeous?!   

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Last updated: January 29, 2006