By Jeremy Lister
We have three cats on our property, two cats are ours, and one belongs to my grandparents Nonna and Dan Dan whose house is also on our property. Our cats are called Norman and Granville, and my grandparents’ cat is called Thomas.
My favourite cat by far is Norman who is a gigantically fat ginger cat, and Granville is a slender blonde and white cat and the two of them get along okay. We used to have a cat called Mavis but she died earlier this year and it might have been a snake bite but we don’t know.
Norman was a stray cat who started coming to our house every night for dinner a few years ago. And despite being a stray, he was the nicest and most cuddly cat of all. Mum tried putting a Facebook post up to find out if anyone owned Norman, but nobody knew anything about him. And the vet checked him for a microchip but he didn’t have one either. So we decided that Norman owned us, which suited him completely because by that time he acted like he owned us.
At the beginning, Norman was about normal size, but he ate like a Lion and quickly got quite large and he is almost too big to be picked up. I have a special way of picking him up which works well. He usually sleeps on the end of my bed at night and most of the day he just relaxes and sleeps on top of his favourite bean bag. He’s a pretty cool cat but he doesn’t get on at all with Nonna and Dan Dan’s cat Thomas. They have these stand-offs where they shout at each other but they normally don’t actually get into a fight. In fact Norman is a lover not a fighter so generally it is just all noise.
These days Norman doesn’t really eat that much and he is mostly muscle without too much fat. I think he is very happy about taking over at the Listers’ house because he doesn’t have to worry about a thing, and he gets lots of cuddles and attention from me.
