NERO has a photo shoot

 

It was a wet and windy weekend. My husband and I weren’t going anywhere and nor was Nero, so it seemed. It was a day to sleep and relaxation. Being me I thought it would be awsome to get some new photos of Nero curled up on our bed. Of course, he decided to be a little devil.

My husband left our office and was walking past our bedroom, he glanced inside and I saw him stop and smile, I raised an eyebrow in question, he put his finger to his lips and waved me to him. It was one of the first times he’d seen Nero asleep on our bed. My recliner makes a heck of a noise and by the time my feet hit the floor, Nero was off the bed and winding himself around my husband’s legs.

NERO: Did you want me?
OH: Go back and sleep.
NERO: Don’t wanna. Want cuddles! (he looked up at my hubby)
OH: Nope. Laters, I need a drink and Nero follows.

This happened several times during the day. I was never quick enough to move or with my camera. What did I do?  Set him up. 

It had been quiet for about an hour. I was hoping Nero was asleep on our bed so I turned on my phone camera, quickly and quietly I got off my recliner stepping into the hall, into my bedroom, and began clicking photos. Yep, he woke up, However, it was like he knew I wanted him to pose. I got some great shots of him lying there, rolling over for tummy rubs.

NERO: Mum… what the
ME: I want some photos.
NERO: Fine. How about this. I can pose like this too. Anyone giving tummy rubs?
ME: Perfect, keep that pose.
NERO: This is fun.
ME: Thank you, your fans are going to love these.
NERO: Fans? What are those?”
ME: People who enjoy reading about you and seeing your beautiful self.
NERO: Handsome you mean.
ME: Yep.

I left him to it and now it’s time to share those images with you all.

Nero and the Bread Bombs

Nero P 02 July 2020NERO: What is it with humans these days. Here I was by the back door looking out the window. I looked up at mum and she opened the door for me to go out. I meowed for my friends, though none of them appeared as I walked along the footpath. Suddenly something flew over my head, landing on the grass. I was white. I looked up and wish I hadn’t. Square white and brown things flew out of the window, one missed me by …an ear. Startled I ran towards the back door.

Meanwhile inside the house!

I’d just let the cat outside. Entering the kitchen I shook my head at my husband.
ME: What are you doing.
OH: Throwing the bread to the birds.
ME: I just put Nero outside.
OH: I didn’t see him.

I returned to the back door to find one startled cat looking at me with wide green eyes.
NERO: What the hell mum? What is that stuff? Where’s it coming from?
ME: Shrugs
NERO: I’m outta here. He ran inside skidding around the corner and under the couch making me laugh as I returned to the kitchen.
ME: You scared the cat.
OH: How?
ME: Bread Bombs.
OH: Right he smirked. He’ll get over it.

Then we have the flush a toilet scenario… NEXT WEEK

Nero the ‘SPLAT’ Cat

Honest to God, sometimes I don’t understand the mind of a cat, they do the daftest things one could imagine.

We’ve had Nero since the end of April, making him 16 mths old. He is one of those cats who loves tummy rubs, insists on a morning cuddle and is starting to enjoy going outside to play with the neighbour’s cats. Not that they necessarily want him to play.

On Sunday we went shopping and I remembered to buy him a collar. It was a lovely bright blue colour with a bell. The first thing we did was take the bell off. Nero hates noises like that. My darling husband warned me to put on gloves and long sleeves due to a cat who hates being handled unless he’s ready. Strangely enough, without gloves or long sleeves, I was able to put the collar on him without any issue.

Now the fun starts.

He started itching and scratching straight away. I suppose most cats would for a while. I remember our cat Sylvia who was Queen of our street removed and lost at least four collars, we gave u in the end. Sadly she also lost her when she was about eight years old. Never did find her again.

Anyway, I’m sure many of you have seen a cat race around your home (presuming you have a cat) like a bat out of hell. This is where ‘SPLAT’ Cat comes in. I was laughing so hard at his antics.

It was a warm day, the reach slider glass door was wide open along with the net curtain, a bloody good job it was. Nero can tearing out of the hallway, around the side of the couch and if the glass door has been shut he would’ve gone SPLAT and probably hurt himself. (I’m sure you’ve seen Tom for Tom and Gerry hit a wall or even the wolf chasing Roadrunner…lol) That was how fast he was going. So, there he was racing towards the door, leaping outside missing the top step, body in the air in the SPLAT position, paws out as if he was about to smack into something. His body twitched…as I mentioned I was laughing so hard I didn’t see him land or disappear. He came in later and settled down for the night, still not liking his collar.

Next morning I saw him sitting in front of me, scratching the collar, looking puzzled.
NERO: Mom what the hell is this around my neck?
ME: It’s to let people know you have a home and you aren’t a wild cat.
NERO: It’s horrible. I don’t like it.
ME: Tough.
NERO: This bit is a pain.
ME: *Rollseyes* Collars are always a bit too long.
ME: Fine, I’ll trim it then. *chopped off with scissors*
NERO: Thanks, Mum – he grins and goes to feed

Later on Monday, I caught sight of him. The part I’d cut has been shredded, it was starting to look more like a scarf with tassels. Somehow he managed to get it off his neck. I was praying we’d not got another Sylvia. Bah Humbug. Guess who had to trim it again and get it back on him. Yep…Moi. I made it a bit tighter, he went back to scratching. No worries I thought and took a few images trying to show the collar. He slept through the night and went outside for some of the day playing with a ginger cat. By the time he was home, the collar looked more like a damn cravat, all pulled apart, hanging nicely. I knew this wasn’t going to last much longer.

Three days and $6.50. Gone, ruined…probably under the sofa where he was playing and we are back to no collar again.

I must remember to buy a leather one next time and see how long it lasts. He looked so cute with a blue-collar. Never mind at least he’s not racing around like a looney and not more SPLAT episodes.

Below are a few images in of NERO with his Blue Collar…

UPDATE ON CARDBOARD BOX – Nero does still tear pieces off at times, though apparently, he’s also found it comfortable to sleep on as seen in the image below.

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Last, be not least. Nero decided he wanted to sleep on my laptop…and do some writing… Oh, the pain of the words…Will he ever be published? I suppose we’ll have to wait and see. Images in a slideshow, showing Nero waiting for tummy rubs and cuddles.

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Welcoming Nero to the Family

Nero joined us during lockdown – level three, in New Zealand. He was shy, quiet, jumpy and literally hid underneath the sofa in our lounge for close to twenty-four hours. After which he made a bee line for my darling husband. Here was I thinking…Typical bloody boy and their male counterparts.

Just so you know. We’ve never had a male cat before. He’s totally different. Our last cat was Sylvia. She was an outside cat and the Queen of the street. Sadly she went missing after following my husband to work. She was about eight years old. I hope she’s in a good home now. We never did find her. The other cat we had at the time was Matilda Norman. She was a mental health Hazzard from being shouted out for to many years. We adopted her when she was twelve. She calmed down a lot though still scratched the furniture. She also became more social and we could cuddle her. In her previous home, she’d bite you.

Anyway back to Nero. 

It was five a.m in the morning. My husband was getting up for work – yep he’s one of the ones who worked through the pandemic – He had breakfast and sat on the sofa to put his shoes on and along came Nero. He ended up having a tummy rub and I, blerry eyed watched on impressed. He still wasn’t ready for me, though came out to investigate during the day. Every time I moved he’d shot back under the sofa again and not come out. Then my son arrived in the lounge. He ended up having more tummy rubs. One peeved off mother. Nero even rolled side to side for my son. I started to wonder when he would get used to me.

He started to sleep on the mat by our kitchen, he’s stand up on his hide legs if someone was eating or something caught his attention. The first person he curled up with…My husband. I sulked… Maybe Nero was going to be my husband’s cat instead.

The days continued. He woke at five am most morning, ending up jumping on me, I presume to wake me to feed him. This means he started to curl up with me. I was finally winning the cuddle war.  A few days later I got one of those wand toy and a pet basket.  Hubby wasn’t amused with the basket because none of our girl cats ever used them. Nero… loved it and…triumphant…I have proof.  He also loves playing with the wand toy…of course it had to be a pink unicorn handing on the end…sadly it was the only one the shop had left’

Here are a few photos of our new family pet. The darling Nero…who ignores his name.

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