Norman Bates

Ever since I was a kid, I have been an animal lover. I always have the best of intentions with my rescue efforts, but many times my desire to help animals has led me to believe that "no good deed goes unpunished". Norman is my best example. I drove over two hours to save a black cat (not Norman) that was going to be gassed at a shelter the next day. I was on a mission. I envisioned the grateful cat cuddling in my arms, purring sweetly.
Life always surprises me.
When I reached into the cage to pet him, he scratched me. The shelter people told me this cat was vicious and I shouldn't take him, but they had another black cat who really needed to get out of the shelter. Enter Norman. He seemed sweet, for about a minute. Then, he tried to attack the other black cat (that I later named Tchaikovsky, you can see where this is going...). I decided I would show Norman who was boss and shoved him with my foot. Big, big, BIG mistake. He rewarded me by sinking his fangs into my shin and holding on. I screamed. The workers at the shelter appeared to be paralyzed with indecision. "Get him off me!" I shrieked as the blood flowed from my leg.
"Now we have to put both cats to sleep immediately!", said the helpful shelter worker.

Guess who now has two black cats who hate each other? I also have cool scars and a trip to the doctor for antibiotics to remember this great occasion by. The vicious cat, Tchaikovsky, the one who scratched me, has turned out to be extremely sweet. Norman, not so much.

But, Norman has met his match. Little Catherine has taken a huge liking to him. She thinks he is her best buddy.


Good times Norman! Isn't it funny how life works out?!



Any suckers out there looking for a sweet black cat?