A Norbulletin!
No pictures today- just letting you know we made it home safely. He did meow for the first 20 minutes of the trip, then settled in and snoozed for the rest of the way.
Now he would like to know “WHY I CAN’T EXPLORE THE REST OF THIS PLACE LADY?”
And Claudette would like to know “WHY IS THERE AN INTERLOPER IN MY BEDROOM LADY?” Hopefully she won’t pull a Stinkerbelle, and will come around.
He has been nothing less than adorable – purring up a storm and snuggling when he wants, but independent enough to find a hidden napping spot and disappear for a while.
We’ve had lots of playtime – he demonstrated his skills with da bird and tumbled off the bed several times! We had to scale that back until we can get out into a bigger room. He is so cute when he grabs his “prey” – it’s a good thing he will be an indoor cat, I have a feeling he would decimate the local bird population.
And lastly-I’m not sure why I never noticed this before- he has perfect set of little spats to go along with his tuxedo! So, so cute.
I told Kirsten that Norbie is like James Bond – well-dressed, but deadly. (And Kirsten is the one who came up with “Norbulletin.” Perfect!)
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And here are the last of the Norbie pics, which I took the day he left us. The house is certainly quiet without his sweet, silly little self running around.
Norbie, on display. The box with the window in it finally died (got crushed by Jake laying on top of it), so we bought a display box because… we thought it would be cool (and a cat can lay on top of it without crushing it). It’s made of clear plastic (in case you were worried about it being glass), and of course the day after we got it, Norbie went home so we haven’t had a chance to really try it out with kittens. Stefan has been in it a few times – I’m sure that if we put a bed in there, it’d be occupied all the time.
Norbie, hiding under the cabinet and keeping an eye on Stefan.
I put the harness on him a few hours before we left, so that he could get used to wearing it (I’d been putting it on him for a few hours every day for the previous week), and he tried to cute me into taking it off. Didn’t work, but seriously – look at that face!
“You know you wants to take this harness off me, lady.”
“You know you do!”
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I think it’s safe to say that Adriana likes a good stretch-and-yawn.
Kitten mosh pit.
“What doon, lady?”
“Shhhhh, don’t tell them I’m over here…”
Adriana really likes to keep an eye on me.
“Let me OUT!”
Smug Meadow.
“Let. Us. OUT!”
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If you’re not checking out the posts from 2005 (linked at the bottom of each post), you’re missing out on Baby Sugarbutt (and Baby Tommy). He has certainly grown into a fine figure of a mancat. I can’t believe that he and Tommy are 8 years old!
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Previously
2012: So RUDE.
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: We have named the new guys! (Meet the Wonkas)
2008: No entry.
2007:”How about now? Is it time for the snuggle now?”
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.