Cleo the Cat

So, my brother calls me over two months ago. He wants to know if I can do his friend a favor. "You see," he says, "my old house mate is moving out of town and he needs a place for his cat to stay. Temporarily, of course." Piper had just recently moved into our house, so I explained to Christin that I just couldn't do it, with the new puppy and all. Not to mention the fact that we already have two cats that run the house. "But, Beckie, he has no where else for her to go. Just let me give him your number and the two of you can talk about it." Now, my brother can be very persuasive. So, rather than listen to his begging I just said ok. To make a long story a little shorter - I talk to Christin's friend - Cleo the cat came to stay with us. And then she stayed a little longer. And she stayed and stayed. She is still here! And I have yet to talk to her owner again! The poor cat is so afraid of my bossy, bitchy, bully pets that she stays in the basement! She is so sweet, I wish she would come out and make her self at home. But, she doesn't. She is the cat under the stairs.