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.
Two bros, hanging out in a basket.
Hanging out in my lap with his sister.
There’s just something about a well-dressed tuxie, isn’t there?
The crisp white against the sleek black, the big bluish eyes. GORGEOUS.
Keeping an eye on the goings-on.
He was such a good big brother to the Starks, too. They LURVED him.
Little bit of a stressball but, y’know – whatcha gonna do?
It has now been MORE than a year since Norbie went to Chicago to live, can you believe that? Here he is now:
Kirsten said: I’ve had this bucket of love for 1 year now! I’ve loved rewatching the dragons grow up this summer. I forgot he was so tiny when I picked him up!
This is his “I just ate a really big horsefly” expression.
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!
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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.
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Von, head of the Love & Hisses IT Department, works on fixing the internet. (That’s a range extender, and I do believe I’ll be moving it out to the hallway!)
PW says “Rawr! I am a monster! I am FLOOFZILLA!”
Trader Joe: not impressed.
PW says “See my floof? I gonna crush you with my floof!”
Trader Joe says “I take exception to your tone, mister, and you just better back right off.”
“Rawr!” says PW. “Rawr, I say!”
But he gets no attention from Von and Winn Dixie, who are trying to figure out how to break into the closet and see whatever fabulous things are kept in there.
“::poke:: I talking to you!”
::ignore::
So PW moves on.
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!”
Ralph says “What? There’s no BALL in there!”
“Look, there! There it is!” says PW.
“You’re INSANE!” says Ralph. “A BALL. Of all the crazy ideas!”
I love her curly fur on her chest. She’s just 99% floof, that one.
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“Pardon me, lady, I am trying to have a little quiet time while I learn from Oprah how to Relax! Reset! Revive! You go away.”
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Previously
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.