August is Black Cat Appreciation Month. So I am sharing several blogs about my black cat, Norie. Black cats have been maligned for centuries by many people. Foolish superstitions have arisen that black cats bring bad luck; are evil, or are connected to the devil.
In honor of my sweet black cat, Norie, I decided some clarification was needed to help dispel these lies and superstitions by showing you how adorable, smart and beautiful my black Norie is. I happen to know from experience that she is not evil!
Her name, Norie, comes from the Japanese name Nori, the black algae used to wrap sushi. I am one of the growing number of people who admire and love black cats. (I love all cats but am partial to black ones).
Nori belonged to my second son and his wife for her first year of life. They adopted her as a blue eyed baby at a rescue site. She had cat herpes, common to feral cats. This is not like human herpes. It often causes matting of the eyes and potential eye or respiratory infections or blindness without a medicine.
When I first saw her I was impressed with her friendliness and playfulness. Then as her personality grew she was curious about everything. She watched her humans as they carried out their day to day routines. My son and his wife medicated and cared for her until she became healthy.
After moving from a house to a one bedroom apartment with four pets, they felt overwhelmed with their care and needed some help, I asked if I could have Nori. From previous visits I knew she was a perfect fit for me.
When they gave her to me, I had never been owned by a cat, so I had no idea what I was in for until she joined me in my home. I added an “e” to the end of her name for some reason and she became Norie.
As soon as possible I got her spayed. She recovered after a week of wearing the “cone” around her neck to protect the stitches and keep her from licking them and dissolving them.
I was amazed at how resilient Norie was at adapting to this collar. She had to learn how to jump up on a counter without catching the collar’s edge on the counter’s edge, causing her to fall. She figured that out in two or three tries.
Then there was the issue of eating and drinking. The front edge of the cone precluded her mouth reaching the water if approached in the normal way. She figured out to lower the cone’s edge and reach over it to get to the water.
Dry food was a bit easier. She scooped up some with the collar, tilted her head back and the food came right to her mouth. Smart cat! Soon life resumed normalcy for her and our lives got even better.
Norie has an amazing curiosity. In my old home she jumped from the counter top to the top of the refrigerator and then up on the top of the cabinets around my kitchen. I noticed the care she took to walk between decorative baskets to keep from knocking them down. She would then perch above me and watch as I loaded the dish washer or cooked. Norie seemed to find me as fascinating as I found her to be.Norie can sleep pretty much anywhere. But at night she loves to sleep behind or between my knees, in a little circle. Imagine my surprise when I found out that cats snore!
Hoarding is one of Norie’s hobbies. Her eyes light up and she silently meows or gives a little squeak when she sees a straw. In the past she pulled straws out of cups left on the counter at night. Then she stuffed them under the refrigerator along with bottle caps, small shiny things, bread bag ties and anything long and plastic.
I saw her reaching under the refrigerator once and assumed she was trying to reach something so I “helped” her. She pushed it right back under the refrigerator.
She loves for me to blow bubbles for her and watches with wonder as they float down but then suddenly will pounce on one just right for popping.
At our old home another hobby was to hunt in the garage, her box jungle! She climbed on boxes and the car, and even napped out there sometimes during the day. Now she enjoys our screened in porch and a closer and more personal view of lizards, birds and bugs.
Norie is quite a huntress. She’s caught and eaten silverfish, a cricket, a small spider and other bugs. She was delighted to bring in a lizard or two from the garage and even found one, after we moved, on our new screened in porch. Both of them were missing their tails. She didn’t eat them, she just wanted to play with them.
Norie can become over-stimulated. I observe her when I am petting her after a few minutes because she tells me she is getting enough petting by switching her tail quickly. I stop and put her back on the floor because I know she is overstimulated. I pay attention to her “stop it!” signs. If I try to pet her after she has signaled me not to, she puts her paw on my hand and pushes it down. I “listen” to her and stop.
Norie enjoys chasing the laser light, ping pong balls, trying to catch pulled strings, and ribbons. She loves to hide under table cloths, blankets and waits for me to find her unless she falls asleep.
If she wants a treat she goes to the cabinet door below the one with the treats and partially opens the door, which shuts quickly with a bang because of the spring mechanism. She does this repeatedly until I leave the room or give her a treat!
She also has the most peculiar way of communicating. Sometimes she looks at me and moves her mouth like she is meowing but no sound comes out. I ask her what she wants, tell her to show me and I follow her to the cabinet door for a treat, or the porch or hallway door of our new condominium home, when she needs some exercise.
Norie also loves to sit at the top of the stairs in the hall and listen to our neighbors’ television or one elderly couple’s loud discussions because one of them is very hard of hearing. I stay with her when she is in the hall because I want to be sure she doesn’t get into someone’s place to explore.
She is having a long and interesting life. Stay tuned for a drug reaction, and feline asthma onset; and more pictures!