Helen Brown wasn't a cat person, but her nine-year-old son was, pleaded to go and see the newborn litter. Helen's heart melted as Sam held the black runt in his hands with a look of total adoration. When weaned, his glowing green-eyed choice would be delivered.
A week later, the family suffered a terrible tragedy so Helen forgot the deal, was ready to return the tiny fur-ball. But at once, Cleo's zest for life made the grieving family laugh again. Playful Cleo ruled the home, vetoing visitors (in an uncannily spot-on way), terrifying dogs and bonding with her human servants.
Please note this copy has light creases on the spine and and covers.
