As you can see, I have made this page a Memorial to Cleo, who was a very loving cat in her own way. She would meet you at the back door on the counter as you would walk into the house, as if greeting you like a dog would do. When she played with me she didn't use her claws and she had all 18 of them. She looked like she was the master of everything when she was sitting up on the stereo cabinet. All of her stripes and polka dots matched on her body much the same as a tiger's stripes do.

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