Cleo Patra was my very first real pet. My family picked her up from the SPCA when we took a family trip to Apple Hill when I was 5. I was riding the ponies as my brother and mother picked her out. Cleo grew up with me, and as cheesy as it sounds she was always there for me. Pets have a weird way of knowing when you need to be comforted, or when you need to be cheered up. I have fond memories of dressing her up in my babydoll clothes and dance recital costumes. Not once did she try to fight the costumes, she even let me put her in my baby stroller and push her around. Cleo was the sweetest, kindest, lovable, never hurt a fly cat.