31/05/2026
A beautifully written post that includes a visit to Neko Ngeru
Today was family fun day. That meant me, my two sons, and my older son’s partner.
My sons are known affectionately as Big Boy and Small Boy. Not long ago, Small Boy caused a kerfuffle by growing taller than Big Boy, but frankly it was too damn late. Childhood nicknames are a lifelong commitment, and every parent knows it.
Big Boy and Small Boy were keen to go to the Cat Café in Lower Hutt. Big Boy and his partner declined a pick-up from their flat in Wellington, because of public transport and the environment and all that. They’d shamed me, so I suggested Small Boy and I should take public transport too, down from our place in Upper Hutt. With the decision made, I handed over. One thing I can tell you: have neurosparkly kids, and you’ll never have to work out a bus itinerary again.
The Cat Café works by taking in rescue cats and loving them until they find forever homes. Every cat at the café has a backstory, and my kids, frequent visitors, seemed to know each one.
Some of the cats are scared because their lives began harshly, and they need more nurturing than others. All are cherished. Today we got to see cat lunchtime, and it was hilarious. Cats are orderly, until you try to feed them in a group – and then it’s a free for all, with each kitty coveting its neighbour’s completely identical biscuits. But the café staff are endlessly patient. They rearrange the bowls like some crazy boardgame until every feline has a full puku.
After the Cat Café we had human lunch, then we bounced on the bus to my place in Upper Hutt. Both my puku and my heart felt comfortably full.
I want to say we’re just your normal whānau, but I’d be fibbing. That’s not because we’re a rainbow family – a thing that’s become harder and harder to be, as leaders use us to score petty points in their own crazy boardgame. It’s that every whānau is weird in its way, but all should be cherished.
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