Norie is my seven-year old black cat. She is mischievous, funny, a huntress of bugs and anything that looks like one. Here she is as a kitten. My second son and his wife gave her to me when she was about a year old. She was a rescue cat along with her siblings at a rescue center.
As a one year old she came to me with a long, lean body and was full of energy.
I found her sleeping positions quite amusing.
She loved to hide under rugs, behind curtains, in cloth shopping bags and even under blankets.
As a young cat she was always doing something entertaining. I took hundreds of photos of her as she grew up.
Actually Norie lies on her back often. If I am doing floor exercises on my yoga mat, I look over at her and see her in the above position. She cracks me up when I come out of the bathroom dressed and ready to go and look down and see her looking up at me like this seeming to ask me to scratch under her chin so she can grab my hand to play with me.
I think as Norie is now a middle-aged cat, she still has her playful moods and still chases Sister. But she seems to enjoy lying in or flipping around in her cat tree tunnel. She seems more contemplative about life and watches birds and activities of the day from the perch or the chair on the screened in porch.
Norie is often at my feet. I can’t count the number of times I have stepped on her paw or tail, not realizing she was there. She loves to watch me do things and seems quite curious about my activities. I know she loves me.
Here are some links to other articles I have written about her or with photographs of her.