Throw Back Thursday: Norbie.
Back in May of 2013, we had the pregnant Khaleesi in our second foster room (remember back when I had a second foster room? Wasn’t that awesome?). She finally gave birth after weeks and weeks and years and decades (or so it felt like at the time) of waiting. While she was actually in labor, we got a call from another rescue – they had a newborn kitten whose mother and littermates had been killed in an accident and wanted to know, would we consider trying to introduce him to Khaleesi? We gave it a try, and after some confused looks from Khaleesi, she accepted him completely. (You can read the whole post about that evening here.) The little orphan was Norbert, who pretty quickly became Norbie.
Whereas his adopted brothers and sisters were round and cottony soft, Norbie was sleek and silky – Kar has said from the beginning that he was designed by Ferrari, with his sleek curves and well-engineered straight lines.
It has now been MORE than a year since Norbie went to Chicago to live, can you believe that? Here he is now:
Kirsten reports that Norbie and his big sister Claudette still have crazyfunplaytime occasionally which makes me happy. The middle-aged lady kicks his butt most times!
Awww, Norbie. He had such a rough start to life, losing his mother and siblings, it’s great to see him grow up so happy and healthy, isn’t it? Love that boy!
Speaking of history, it’s been 9 (!) years since Sugarbutt and Tommy came to us – along with their brother and sister – as our fosters. I love seeing them as little ones, and if you want to read about them too and see pictures of them as little ones, you can start reading here.
Being about a week older, PW finds it important to explain to the other kittens How Things Work.
“See, there’s a ball in there, and every now and then it comes around, and you have to try to grab it!”
2013: She wubs the babies.
2012: He’s such a Magoo.
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: “What you MEAN ‘no more belly rubs’?!”
2008: No entry.
2007: Look who’s back!
2006: She might have a ways to go in the brain department though – really, what can you expect from a one-month old? – because she’s not quite getting the whole “doorway” concept.
2005: No entry.