Nemo

Hi. I’m Nemo. I’m an orange senior gentleman with a lot to say, and I will absolutely be saying it. Some cats meow. I meow, grumble, mutter, growl, and occasionally deliver what can only be described as a strongly worded feline opinion. Don’t take it personally—I’m not mad. I’m just expressive. If you open a can of food? Commentary. Walk through the room? Commentary. Sit down near me? Excellent choice, also commentary. That’s just how I roll. I’ve earned the right to narrate my day, and frankly I’m very good at it.

I came here with my buddy Munshkin after our person passed away. We’d be happy to go home together if somebody falls for both of us, but it’s not required. He’s younger than me, and while I tolerate his youthful nonsense, there are definitely moments where I look at him like, “Really? We’re doing this now?” He’s a good kid. Just… a whippersnapper. Me? I’m lo...