Nero
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Mr Nero came into our lives on Sherri's birthday on 17/04 in the early 2000's. He was the solo kitty at a petshop in a glass box with no toys except for a fly that we watched him successfully hunt. His name was Tony and he was clearly a stone cold apex predator.
We decided to call him Nero because that is "black" in Italian, it was an inside joke because a lot of our pets had been named by us as little kids and so they had very creative and unique names like "Blackie" and "Goldy" (a black and a gold goldfish respectively). We couldn't call him the Spanish word for black, because that is Negro - which doesn't sound very PC!
Nero would always come to the front door to greet guests, he would swish between peoples legs and just generally be the most polite and best host ever. So he was very popular and loved by all who knew him. He would swat you as you walked past his cat tree and sometimes even jump on your shoulder like a parrot. Such a personality for a little cat.
But he had a dark side...
For the longest time, we thought Sooty cat was the one pooping on peoples beds - but after Sooty passed away, the poops kept appearing! Mr Nero was the mad pooper afterall :O
Then one day, Nero met his favourite person - Oli! His mama Sherri had picked the absolute best dad for Nero, and their bond is so special.
My heart goes out to Oli and Sherri and to everyone who's lives were made brighter - even fleetingly - due to this naughty, cute, incredibly special cat. Thank you Nero for so many years of love and laughter and chaos, and thank you for hanging in there long enough to pass the torch to your new sister Bette. Please tell Flicky how much I love her and miss her and wish both of you and all our loved ones that we have lost could still be here on earth with us.
It is never long enough
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