Megz' Musings: Nero

A terrible thing happened today. Something so awful that I still can't accept it's real. My beautiful cat Nero, my adorable baby boy, apparently got hit by a car and died. I found him this afternoon in the back yard. He was the most beautiful cat you ever met, but you would be lucky to meet him because he was very shy around people.

We got him almost six years ago. Peter and his friends found him at the paintball field, lost and alone and abandoned by his mother. He was barely six weeks old and so tiny. We took him in and fell in love with him immediately. He was so small he couldn't even climb over the bottom rung under our coffee table. We named him Nero because he was black but also after the Emperor Nero, keeping the theme we'd already established with Cleopatra, and Spot sometimes known as Spotarcus.

As he grew he became a very beautiful boy indeed, but he hated having his coat brushed and by the end of winter he would be covered in knots and his hair would start falling out. He hated loud noises, and whenever people came to visit he would usually hide (especially if they had children). He was very affectionate with Peter and I, and when we would pet him he would start drooling and drooling. It was so cute.

He seemed to have coped with the move back to Wellington well enough. He managed to find a way into the workshop under the house and would spend most of his time there, as it was quiet and cool. I don't know what would have made him go on the road.

I miss him and love him very much.