Actually, to be precise, Cleo is watching football. And when I say football, I mean that she's watching the Patriots pull in yet another victory.
Although Cleo wasn't always this brave -- whenever the 'duh-dunuh-dun-dun-DUN-dunuh-dun-dun-dun-DUNDUN' of Sunday football would play on TV, she would run and hide in our bedroom. I don't think she liked all the yelling; she thought it was directed at her. Now that she realizes that there's much snugglage and snacks to be had during TV football, she's been a permanent fixture.