Visiting my Grand Uncle Tormod In New Jersey, I had to pop allergy pills everyday, that his son Dough bought for me
because I’m allergic to one of my favourite animals. Cats. You know people make jokes about these old single crazy cat ladies that live with loads of cats and one calls them Cat Lady? Weeeell, one could almost say the same about my adorable, funny and awesome Grand uncle.
He loves his cats, and the cat’s love him, as you can see, Kelly (above) sitting on his head. They are three very different cats, Kelly is kinda shy but sweet, but slow moving due to her weird crooked leg, where she kind of has to carry her paw, so she kinda skips on three legs.
Cindy (I think her name was) was suuuuper shy, and usually don’t come out for days when a new person arrives, but she came out after a whole day, slowly approaching and observing me. I was being quiet and tried not to make any sudden movements.
Then it’s Tigger, who isn’t at all shy, but playful, and joins Mr T everyday for TV-watching, following him like a dog, bird-watching in the window and even playing with me.