Posts tagged “Nero”.

Goodbye to a Good Cat

Nero my beloved black cat died last month, age 15 and a half. Everyone has a cat they love, and every cat is unique. So everyone thinks their cat is the best.

When I entered my cousin’s home 15 and a half years ago, she said, “By the way, we have eleven cats in the house.” Actually, it was three cats and eight kittens. Nero and his sister were part of a litter of six, who lived underneath cousin Beth’s bed.

When I went to see the kittens, Nero came right out from under the bed, made a bee-line to me, and crawled right into my palms, just about filling them. So, I like to think that he pieked me.

Over the years, Nero had a variety of health problems, ┬ábut put up with the poking and prodding. Some of it was quite intense–the radiation treatment for his thyroid, the hematoma that had to be cared for after scratching away at his ear. Nero made a fan of his master’s friends and of his vets. It’s amazing how much he put up with, including daily insulin shots for his diabetes.

A lot of people don’t understand that cats can be quite as loyal as dogs. Nero often vied for my attention against his sister Diana, often licking her butt until she moved from the spot he wanted. After she was gone, Nero got a little bit needier, following me from room to room. Sleeping most of the time, but liking that I was always someplace nearby. Nero also made his needs known, reminding me constantly ┬áthat dinnertime was every two hours.

Black cats get a bad rap and have often suffered horribly for the color of their fur. Nero crossed my path for years, and I feel like I was the luckiest guy for a decade and a half. He was a furry little friend who saw me through good times and bad, and was always glad to see me.

Especially at dinner time.

Caravan of Camel Crickets

For some reason, the camel crickets just keep on coming back to the Bookey House. Everyone in Great Neck seems to have them. Eric and I spent about an hour in the basement cleaning up a lot of old paperwork, and no sight of them. I went back down 15 minutes later, and there’s about five of them.

They look like spiders, but are actually blind crickets that jump very quickly, almost like they have vanished. The only creature in this house that can seem to follow their movements is Nero. To date, Nero has about 17 confirmed kills/injuries. He just keeps tapping them until they stop moving. Sometimes, they are mortally injured.

They are harmless, but scary looking, like the giant insects in Starship Troopers. Ugh.