Norman was born in a bucket in the spring of 2013. After a troubled youth (see Cat II) we found a comfortable co-existence. I was never a cat person, not really. I’m a Norman person.
The powers that be were against us and in the immediate future he won’t be joining me in the USA. I’ve made arrangements and he’ll be well taken care of, but of course I worry. I’ll figure something out. Norman, you’re a bad-ass.