About Me

My photo
Asheville, North Carolina
Hi. I'm Cleo. After being surrendered at Orange County Animal Services in Chapel Hill, NC I found myself being gawked at by a couple of humans whom I eventually adopted. I let them refer to themselves as "mom" and "dad", and they couldn't have found a better home than one filled with... me.

Sunday, August 27, 2017

Life Imitating Art

     Dad found it amusing that I chose this spot and this position one day recently for a respite from my hectic daily schedule (really, Cleo?)
     Some of you may remember this cat sarcophagus from Orbit posts from oh so long ago.  It's one of a few pieces from dad's eclectic collection of oddities (translated: a bunch of shit for which he had multiple excuses not to get rid of) that he would not part with way back when mom helped liberate dad from his inherited hording tendencies (so I liked to collect stuff).
      Maybe I was just tired.  Maybe I was silently communing with Orbit and dear little Grayson, whose ashes rest within this hand-carved ten ton feline showpiece.  
    
     

Friday, August 18, 2017

News, Excuses and Boxes

       So with everything that's going on in the news these days it's gotten harder to keep the time set aside for things like posting here.  I've been instructed to write this so someone has an excuse for not posting anything for a bit.  Dad's usual reading & writing time has been reduced to a fraction of what it used to be because it's so easy to get caught up in the headlines.
     Sure, he still finishes novels he and mom get from the library, but now a good chunk of his morning reading time is spent on the headlines, and before he knows it his morning's shot and it's time to get ready for work.
     He pours his coffee, grabs the laptop and his phone, and immediately gets sucked into the news and self-set notifications on his damn phone.
     My lap time with dad, when I choose to bless him with my presence, has taken a back seat, mostly because there just isn't enough room for the laptop and my... bulk (had to put that in there, huh dad?)
     Will things ever calm down?  Will all the horrible, unbelievable, questionable ridiculous things we're seeing and hearing every day now ever subside? It's easy to get worked up about all the bullsh*t right now, so I'll leave it at that. 

     Anyway, as much as I'm a mature lady I still have a fun, curious, playful side.  Like many of my ilk I like boxes. 
I love it when dad brings home boxes.  Often, mom needs boxes for packing gifts for the grandkids, putting away seasonal clothes and whatnot, and the minute dad sets the boxes down I can't resist hopping in (yes, I can actually hop.  You should see me jump from chair to chair!).

     
          Boxes fascinate me.  I sniff every corner, every flap, rub my face on them, and jump right in, where I sit for, oh, about a minute.
     And then I'm no longer interested.

About This Blog

Created in July 2011 this blog chronicled the everyday life of a well-seasoned, spoiled house panther named Orbit. He was a nearly constant companion for almost 22 years, and ruled our roost until he passed away in December 2014, and the loss of his companionship hit us like a ton of bricks.
After more than 2 years without a live-in feline friend we found this senior Tortie gal at a local shelter and just couldn't leave without her. Cleo certainly came with an abundance of purrsonalitude, and has staked her claim on our hearts and in our home since day one. It took some long, deep thought, but I decided to pick up where Orbit left off and let Cleo tell her stories. Of course from time to time I'll add some non-Cleo posts, but she'll get over it.