Hi, I’m Clover—but you can call me Clo or Clo$ (Clo-Money), depending on how cool you are. I’m a three-year-old feline with exactly one front tooth and zero shame about it. I specialize in long naps, sneak attacks from under the bed, and giving free “haircuts” to people I like (translation: licking your hair and nibbling the ends).
I was rescued during my human’s last semester of law school, and I took my bar-study duties very seriously. I’m basically the reason they passed. These days, I’m semi-retired from academia and focus mainly on chin rubs, belly rubs (strictly from approved personnel), and quality time with my corn-on-the-cob toy. Yes, that’s a thing.
I work from home full-time, usually curled up next to the keyboard in my official executive bed. I believe in staying close but never clingy. It’s called professionalism.
If I gave legal advice, I’d specialize in aviation law—because I spend hours staring longingly out the window at planes and birds. Someone’s gotta make sure the skies are fair and feather-friendly.
