I once had a Calico kitten, and I named her Cleopatra. Cleopatra was a beautiful light-colored Calico cat. Cleopatra loved to play with her Mother’s tail. Cleo was born on my farm in the barn we had. She had three siblings of various colors. Her Mother was an excellent huntress and would come home with gophers and mice she had killed. Cleo would follow me everywhere. She helped me when I was repairing items outdoors. Cleo would rub up against me constantly and purr away. She was the excellent company when I was outdoors.
Cleo would chase leaves and pounce on them as a kitten. She followed her Mother on her Mother’s hunting expeditions. Her Mother taught her all of her excellent hunting skills. Cleo kept up with her Mother as far as her hunting skills were concerned. Her brother and sisters would play together constantly. Her brother was an all-black kitten; one sister was a yellow tabby, and the other was a gray-striped tabby cat.
Cleo was always very healthy and energetic. She loved climbing up in the hay loft and sleeping in the excellent hay. I think she had the significant threat of a pigeon now and then. I also saw some rabbit fur on occasion in the barn.
When Cleo was about six years old, I noticed her eye was watering and was full of matter. I put eye drops in her eyes and saw they were not helping her. I took her to my vet, who diagnosed her with eye cancer. Cleo got along fine for about nine months. I noticed her eye was getting worse. My vet had told me that he could not operate on her and that the eye cancer had spread to her brain. I decided to have Cleopatra put to sleep. I never want to see any pet suffer. Cleopatra was a fantastic loving cat.
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