Cleopatra - Poem by Shannon Greenwald
So aptly named for the regal and powerful Queen of the Nile my feline has been a gift. She came to me in a time of great need, when all I wanted was a furry form to sleep with and pet when comfort was needed.
Cleo is a therapy cat, though only for me. She has always been calm and consoling during times of pain.
Her nickname, one of two, is Black Lightning. And the name has been well earned, she sometimes feels she must be in the other room, NOW! Jumping and making great leaps after dust or a bug is also quite common.
And yet have never I seen another cat hold themselves quite the way Cleo does. So profound it is that she walks with amazing grace and a powerful air, even more so then is granted as known for her species.
She was perfectly named, for I think if you believe in that sort of thing she could perhaps be the Nile Queen’s incarnate.
The second of the two suitably given nicknames is Panther girl. You see Cleo likes to think to believe she lives in a jungle world filled with many dangers and obstacles. Even though she has not a single claw she scratches and climbs and beats at plants and insects alike. In the many years I have kept cats and through the many cats I have had never encountered a feline like my dear sweet Cleopatra.
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