I simply adore my cat, Cleo. Her full name is Cleopatra. Yes, named after the famous Egyptian princess. Don’t laugh, but Cleo’s brother was called Caesar. As in Julius Caesar. Corny? Maybe, I can not even remember why I decided to name them that. Caesar disappeared about a year ago and it broke my heart but I still have my Cleo. She follows me everywhere, sleeps on my bed at night and has a very keen interest to see what is in my shopping bags when I return home from the shops. It may seem crazy and it probably is, but I talk to her a lot. I know she can not understand me and even if she did, I don’t think she really cares about whether I’ve had a bad day at work or not. As long as she gets her food and love from me, she‘s happy.
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