Queen Cleopatra

The world is my catwalk!

— QUEEN CLEOPATRA

Let me introduce myself. My name is Queen Cleopatra. You can call me Cleo for short.

I have a brother called Chester. Chester lives in America now! When I was 6 months and 1 week old, a tortoiseshell / tabby kitten I met Mumsie. I also have a he-cat companion called Cassidy.

Though before I met Mumsie and my family I have now, I had a ginger-tabby-brother called Red. The first 10 weeks of life were hard for me (and my brother, Red).

I am guessing we were born to a she-cat and then she disappeared. Chester said I should call her Hag Features, I like that.

When Hag Features left, someone dumped us at the animal shelter in a box outside the door. They left us unwanted and unloved.  

I hate the animal shelter, it felt like a prison. We were locked in a cage with limited food, water and toilet facilities. It also stunk of poo and was so cold.

Then one night, they took Red from me and left me alone and scared and crying. They didn’t even leave a night light on for me!  

I cried for 26 hours straight as was only a baby – just 10 weeks old. It was the worst time of my life, and I don’t know where my brother went. Did he go to a home, and if so, why didn’t they take me to? Is he alive? 

By morning, I couldn’t even meow anymore because my heart was broken, and I felt so weak from crying and so broken. I felt like I was losing my will to fight and had no one to love me. No one cared. The light felt like it was starting to go out.

Then Mumsie walked in and I thought she is the one. She wore a bright red coat, red stick and smiled at me so bright. Her teeth looked very white. I thought she looks niceshe might make a nice Mumsie! I liked her clothes, jewellery and lipstick and loved that she wore red lipstick.

My heart started to do jumping things that I later found out are excited butterflies. I didn’t really understand that I had not eaten any butterflies or caterpillars so not sure how they got into my tummy! But anyhow…

I thought, ooooooh – maybe I can use Mumsie’s things. We can do Mumsie and Daughter stuff together! I heard her say ‘I’m here to collect Hailey, I saw her on the website’. She hadn’t even met me yet but wanted me – when the ‘damn hag’ did not.

Later, I would learn that Mumsie would love me no matter what. 

The shelter had this photo of me where I looked scrawny, mangy and scraggly and I was called Hailey! Gosh, I hated that name and that photo. Suddenly I felt something I never felt before – HOPE. I just knew I was meant for better things and would manifest a wonderful life. 

I was just 1.2 kilos (2.64 pounds) when I went home, where instantly; I had a two-story castle, fit for a Queen and aptly named Queen Cleopatra.

This is my story, about my life, my family, my journey. I hope you’ll join me on my journey.

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