This is Cleo. Short for Cleopatra. We chose this name for her when she showed up on our screened in porch last summer so skinny from lack of food that she literally looked like one of those cats you see in Egyptian hieroglyphics. That's right the Chester's have a cat...an outdoor cat that is... as she adopted us last summer and has become part of the family. Cleo is very skittish around new people as she is a true ferrel cat that only feels comfortable around our family (since we feed her). It's funny, though, as she has taken a liking to Easton as if he has always been around & she will rub herself back and forth around his little legs (when given the chance) while purring sweetly. She is a huntress as I am finding that most cats are (especially those that live in the outdoors). Cleo continues to leave us presents, as Justin calls them, on our back porch that consist of moles, birds, mice, rats, chipmunks, and the list goes on. The picture below is her most impressive and may I say largest gift she has ever left us. Justin tells me these "gifts" are the highest honor a cat can pay the human who takes care of them but I'm still not sure I fully believe this is the case. Can't wait to see what her next hunt brings in...
