Norman Bates

Maine Coon
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Home:Boise, ID  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 7 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 20 lbs.

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Normie Poo Pie, Norm Norm, Normie-Normie-Normie,

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-part feral

July 10th 2009


Hissing, harassing the pack, and giving us the evil eye.

Life, one of his moms, following the rules.

Favorite Toy:
The laser light.

Favorite Nap Spot:
In the bathroom sink, the middle of the bed, under the neighbors porch.

Favorite Food:
What ever is in the bowl.

It takes special skills to handle Norman.

indoors and outdoors

Arrival Story:
He was abandoned under our shed as a tiny kitten. Maybe 4 weeks old. Cried so loud he was heard inside behind closed doors.

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

Forums Motto:
I did it for you Mother!

I've Been On Catster Since:
September 29th 2013 More than 3 years!

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Not what would expect

The world annoys me

September 29th 2013 3:23 pm
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Norman refuses to fill in his diary so I am forced to do it for him. He will have to just accept what I write. He was a pain from the day we found him. He had to be bottle fed and was an angry unhappy cat if he was not getting enough milk out of his bottle. That should have been the first sign that he was going to be a handful. As he grew, and grew, and grew it became apparent he was not an ordinary stray. Turns out we had our hands full of a Maine Coon. He spends endless hours sleeping outside on the porch swing or running and laying down in front of you so you trip or step on him. As we know now, a tactic he is using to kill us. If you tell him no he can't go outside, or no he can't be in the closet he hisses at you. He hates to be petted, except when the other mom wets her hands and rubs his face. We call that the kitty bath. It is now a custom he gets one almost every night. He claws you when you walk by the sink and he is there. His favorite two looks he has are the evil "I will smother you in your sleep" look, or the one we have come to name as "The scrunch". He closes his eyes tight and gives you a "what up" head nod. He tolerates the pack because without us he would not be fed, but would rather just pretend we are his servants here to please his highness.

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