I was walking over to pick up my car this afternoon, and who do I see coming out of the underbrush by the creek? Norman! I called to her and she didn’t coming running to me like Lassie, but not too far from it.
Norman is the feral cat that my neighbor cajoled off my doorstep onto hers. Last I had heard, she had the cat inside. That arctic deep freeze last Christmas apparently drove her inside. A different neighbor said he’s seen her sleeping up in the trees the last couple weeks.
Apparently Norm wasn’t big on housecat life. She would come into my house for meals, but panicked if the door was shut. She was good with hanging out inside when the weather was bad - cold or hot.
Right now she is back in her accustomed spot on the threshold of of my door. I took trash up and she followed me half way there and was waiting to give me hell when I came back. It’s like no time has passed. I wonder if I’ll find her there in the morning, waiting for breakfast.
. They love to make us guess.v
) was always a little different. She had been at my house for 3-4 years. She came by 2-4 times a day, she’d hang out on my doorstep for hours. The last year was a little weird, with the goofy neighbor and another neighbor’s jerk tom that was thrown out of the house.
. My Norman was a male, though. I’m glad your Normii returned. I miss my Norman, we had him 20 years.
Maybe Thursday. Nothing like paying a cat sitter to take care of a feral cat when you’re out of town. 
