1984 - 21th March1997
Caesar came on the scene in 1984 and was an attention lover, so much so that he'd sit out front of the house and 'accost' passers-by with total success. We called him the "Rasta-Cat" because his long fur would always get knotted up on a daily basis.. Caesar would always try to challenge Nero's dominance, but Nero was king. Outside the house Caesar ruled the neighbourhood and was forever getting into fights and bringing mice or birds home, sometimes not coming home for days on end. One of the most funniest times happend when Caesar got hold of the Sunday beef roast and pushed it onto the floor. Unfortunately he was robbed of his prise by our dog Sasha, who charged in to stake her claim. Our Sunday lunch turned out to be vegetarian!
March 1997 was a really bad month for us all.. One sunday lunchtime I heard a car's screeching brakes outside our house. I instinctively ran outside and saw Caesar lying against a parked car's tyre, and further down the road the VW Golf that had hit him. For 3 weeks we and the vets battled to save him: I nursed him intensively at home and visited him at the vets 3 times a day.. His encounter with the speeding car had left him with too many injuries, and even though he was bright, responsive and having an amazingly strong will to survive, we were left with the difficult choice to put him to sleep. RIP.
