Nemo Finds Me

Here is Nemo, who lives two doors down from where Jean Grey (the Brazilian Shorthair) used to live and a stone's throw from The White Cat's former abode.

I'm not sure if Nemo is a Russian Blue – his face isn't as round as one of those – but his fur is a lustrous shade of blue-gray very similar to the Polymetal Gray hue of my car, "Polly" (Yes, I have named my car).

Nemo is about 8 years old; I first met him on one of my evening walks around the community. A tiny gray kitten dashed onto the path in front of me, then came right over when I crouched down and made cat-attracting sounds... makes me sound a bit odd but hey, they work!

As time went by, Nemo grew into a sleek, spry and strong adult cat and I'd often spy him roaming around, climbing small trees, playfully stalking butterflies, birds and squirrels though he never seemed to catch any. When he notices me from a distance, he stops what he's doing and runs to greet me, his tail gradually rising like a flag as he sprints over. He might utter a low-pitched "meow" but otherwise he's a very quiet cat – he says what he needs to say with a glance and a stare.

Nemo is well-known in our community; he roams far and wide in his daily explorations and he seems to get along with everyone, dogs included. Meeting him, enjoying his affectionate greeting, and sitting with him under the morning sun is a wonderful way to start my day... hopefully he feels the same.