Wow, talk about a tough act to follow! I guess that old guy was quite the presence. But now it's about me. Hi, I'm Cleo. I'm the most
beautiful, playful, gorgeous, loving Tortie these two humans could
ever be blessed with.
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 older mature girl I can still be pretty playful. Well, dad says we gotta stop now. Says no one wants to read an entire book. There'll be more to come, including more of the gazillions of pictures they've already taken of me. See you soon!
This blog was Orbit's brainchild. It was always about that crusty old fart, because he said so (okay, and maybe some other stuff he wasn't interested in).
For a while now I've thought about what to do with it going forward. It's hard to believe it's been more than two years since Orbit left us.
I can't remember a time in my life- and I'm going waaaay back- when I didn't have at least one cat, and this has been the longest stretch with no furry little pet master to love and adore and fill up my phone's memory cherish and laugh at that I can ever remember.
One very recent weekend Orbit's mom and I were out and about, doing some running around, and something came up that made me think about this. For the longest time I couldn't even consider continuing it without him. Initially I felt like I would be dishonoring him if I kept it going. It was his thing, after all, but a small part of me thinks he would have wanted it to continue. We've moved twice since he left us, and we've since let go of the remaining items of his that we couldn't part with two years ago.
He was such an incredible presence in all his cranky house panther glory, and his memory will always, always be with us.
It'll be a little rough at first to make even the subtlest changes, but I think it's time. Without further rambling, I give you...
