Contrary to Cleo's delusions of grandeur, she came from very humble beginnings. Ten years ago, Cleo and her twin, Honey, showed up at the Hamner's Sherman Oaks front door, cold, hungry and looking quite pathetic. Gary and Linda could only keep Honey, so they foisted Cleo onto their friends, who said they'd be by in a couple of days to pick the critter up. Gary and Linda are still waiting 10 years later.
Cleo moved quickly from gratitude to entitlement to setting up her own fiefdom. Her days consist of eating plastic bags, tossing Mommy's collection of stuffed hedgehogs into the toilet or the dog's water dish and keeping in touch with her one true love, Tyrone. This idyllic existence is interrupted only by occasional bouts of constipation.
She is currently at work training the new dog to open cat food cans. And writing a screenplay.
Copyright 2000 by Virginia L. Browne and Linda Hamner
From LETTERS FROM CLEO AND TYRONE
By Virginia L. Browne and Linda Hamner
Reprinted by permission of St. Martin's Press, LLC