I've been here for about a week now, and so far I think I'm gonna like these people. According to "dad" (I guess that's his name because that's how he refers to himself) I'm a little on the heavy side. He seems to be confused, though. When he and "mom" came to adopt me they knew my name was Cleo, but he's called me everything from Big Girl to Two Ton Tillie to Patty McFatty. Oh, and he says I look like a big furry pear from behind when I sit.
Must be hard being perfect, huh dad? Sucks to be outnumbered now, doesn't it?
Anyway, as dad mentioned previously he and mom were out doing some errands, and they happened to drive by Orange County Animal Services here in Chapel Hill (yeah, that's right- they moved again. And again). To dad's complete surprise mom suggested they stop in to look at some cats. Well, next thing you know, here I am!
I'm 13 years old, and I weigh in at about 15 pounds. Overall I'm healthy, despite my weight. I've overheard them talking about having to bring me to a new vet to get checked out, but besides my, umm, heft I'm sure I'll get a good report.
Mom worked wonders with dad's weight management, and I'm sure mine will be dealt with as strictly.
When mom and dad walked by and stopped at the glass door of my room they squatted and tapped at the glass, and I walked over to the door and started talking to them. They came in to sit with me, and before long I had a pretty good idea I'd be going home with them. They were extra surprised to learn that someone had already paid my adoption fee. Isn't it amazing that there are people out there like that? I'm so grateful that mom and dad picked me. Dad says it's obvious I've been well loved and taken care of, and for an