A small series on my very spoiled, very vocal cat, Cleo. Here's Cleo's story:
Hi, my name is Cleo. My Mommy says that I am the prettiest and sweetest cat in the whole world. She also says that I talk (meow) way to much. I am fourteen years old and I came to live here nine years ago. Before that I lived with my Daddy many miles away in camp. He found me abandoned in the bushes one summer and kept me there with him for a few years but he finally took me to his home in Nanaimo one Christmas vacation and I have stayed ever since. Daddy is retired from that job now, so he stays home all the time.
I let her do anything with me - cut my nails and clean my ears. I love to be brushed and combed and she gives me tummy rubs and back massages. When Mommy watches TV, I curl up on her chest or her lap and we cuddle. I sleep between Mommy and Daddy. I wake them up in the morning with little trills and chortles, and if that doesn’t work then I pat them and lick them. I don’t think they like the licking.
I love to play hide and seek. I will hide in the clothes dryer or washing machine or a box (anything that is open) and sit and meow until Mommy comes to find me. She picks me up and says "silly kitty" and that's what I wanted. When Daddy comes home I tear around the house like I've lost my marbles and I really like to play with him, he's fun.
I don't like to drink my water out of a dish on the floor, yuck. I have finally trained Mommy to have a fresh mug of water on her bathroom counter just for me. She did that after she caught me drinking from her mug. I like her to touch my food before I eat it. I am really spoiled.