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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Nero, the Weirdest Cat we’ve owned!

Nero. What can I say…He surprises us all the time with the things he does. Especially when we’ve never seen a cat do a particular thing before and I’ve had cats most of my life. Of course, they were also all girls. Well except Titch who was a 21lb black and white tomcat with a siamese meow. Now there’s a tale and a half. Mind my parents ended up having him.

Meet Nero

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Nero loves a tummy rub. The one area they tell you not to touch. Nero can’t seem to get enough of the fuss and is a right PURRPOT, rumbling with his feet in the air, looking as cute as a button. Then he is off. Racing the house, like most cats do. However, he’s done a few unusual things too. I think I need to write a book about his adventures.

First big laugh was the night he lay across the back of my chair above my head snoring his head off. I’ve never heard a cat snore never mind the volume. Took me a while to work out what the noise was, mainly due to my lack of hearing. He wasn’t quite like a chainsaw. Anyway, there I was writing, late into the evening and Nero was snoring when he suddenly rolled. Nope, not off the back of the chair…he rolled down behind my neck, belly up, paws up, snoring contently while I giggled and heated up with my gorgeous cat scarf…it’s what he felt like anyway. He ended up stretching out so much he slid off my shoulder and down beside my left arm, much to my amusement and his annoyance. I do wish I had photos of this incident to put it into perspective, sadly my husband was already asleep in bed.

Second big laugh. I can give you photos… Putting it mildly my office is a mess of cardboard. Yep. Nero sits on it, pulls the cardboard apart, and spits it out, piece by piece scattering it over the carpet. I have no clue why, though one friend stated the cardboard has something in it the same as grass and we all know cats love chewing grass. This has now been going on for a few weeks and the cardboard box is getting tatty. Images below of the chewed box.

Have you ever had a conversation with your cat?  What a big baby Nero is. Honestly, you can hold him like a baby and tickle his tummy while he purrs loudly. If you stop he bats your hand or fingers until you start rubbing his tummy again. Considering how scared he was when we adopted him, this looks hilarious. Now, dare I put a beanie hat on his head? Probably not, but maybe one day.

My last conversation with Nero was at about eleven-thirty on Sunday night. We were both sitting in my office, Nero snuggled up beside me as per usual, snoring his little head off when I decided it was time for sleep.  Lowering my recliner chair, Nero jumped down to the floor wandering into the hallway with me following. He slumped to the floor right beside the laundry.

ME: “Really Nero, move it, time for bed.”
NERO: “Nope. I like it fine right here,” he stared at me over his shoulder.
ME: “Buddy, move,” I nudged him with my foot. The little bugger rolled onto his back paws in the air.
NERO: But mum, I like it here,” he waggled his paws at me. I nudged him again and he rolled laying beside the door, still not moving.
ME: Rolls eyes. “You can’t stay there,” I giggled.
NERO: “I don’t wanna move. It’s cold in the lounge.”
ME: “You have fur and a fur basket, you’ll be fine.”
NERO: “It’s warmer with…”
ME: “You keep waking me up at night. Now off you go.” I nudge him once more, he rolls halfheartedly and I close the door. “Night Nero.”
I’m sure he muttered at me as he stalked off to his basket.

For the last few nights, he’s walked to the lounge without a problem…

Have you ever seen a cat with hiccups? I haven’t, it made me giggle a lot. Nero was lying across my stomach when he got them…whoa…weird. Well, that’s all for now. I’ll let you all know if he does anything else funny or unusual.