Her's mine. Cleopatra was a kitten that we got from the local vets. My mum had been down to see about getiing our first cat neutered (that ones name is Pepsi and he's a fat lazy but still fairly adorable cat) and this family were in just before my mum returning this adorable kitten cause they couldn't afford to keep her. My mum fell in love with her as well as taking pity on her so right then and there she bought the kitten and took her the mile and a half to my house cuddled up inside my mothers jacket with only her head poking out. Poor thing was frightened of the traffic but my mum managed to make it home without too many scratches. Pepsi took an instant dislike to Cleo and as a result Cleo spent most of the first fortnight hiding beneath the sofa and the 2 chairs where Pepsi couldn't get at her. Eventually they kinda made a truce and Cleo came out. For the next few years she was the more affectionate of the cats and shortly after we got our third cat (called mischief and boy did she live up to that name) she was killed. Some of the local boys drowned her (mind you they were only 6 or 7 themselves so they could hardly have really known what they were doing could they've) in a stream not far from my house and then they left her body in some bushes nearby. We found her and we buried her in the back garden where she will remain.