Hi I'm Norit, please be very patient with me 
Norit
Male · Adult (about 8 years) · Tabby
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Health checklist
- Microchipped — not yet
- Vaccinated — not yet
- Spayed / neutered
- Dewormed
- Tested & health-checked
Norit's story
I was born somewhere in nature but near a house with two siblings to my mom Nera. She is also here. Then we got dumped by a human in front of house. And from there my life started with steady yummy food and a roof on top of me. Despite many efforts I have grown very little trust in humans. If was not something obvious when I was little but while growing and taking strolls this has only gotten worse. I have had periods inside a house but it is very frightening to me. So most of the time I am outside free to join the nest when I feel like it. And in fact, I am not particularly brave. I never go very far.
I am kind and do not look for conflict but, I would not allow anyone to step on my paws either. I am belly up for a few selected humans, despite what is depicted above. So the Karen says there is hope. Only very soft voices and patient hearts will make me adopt them. Some say I am pretty average but look closely. I am the 50 shades of grey and proud owner of a bobcat tail.
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Nera and her babies dropped by my house
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A day at Mumcat. Thirty cats. One human. Starting at 8 a.m.
Every morning begins with a tour of the house, a good morning in a very silly voice, and a quick inventory of what was knocked over in the night.
Breakfast is served in shifts. An inhaler for Malu. Eye drops for Bagheera. Thyroid medicine for Nera, hidden in a generous helping of Churu. Some cats eat together. Some cats eat together with no one, ever. And Evita has, of course, already come to ask.
Then: the dishes, the beds, the big sandbox, and a little purring time. While the cats nap, she hunts online for bulk deals. Thirty cats get through a lot of sand.
Afternoons belong to the vet, usually twice a week, two cats at a time. Or to the shopping: sand, kibble, cans and special diets. Or to the laundry: quilts, cushions, blankets… all freshly washed for the nap spots.
At seven, the bag is filled, and she heads out to the street colony. A few cats sit with her. A few have to be called. Dishes are filled in two or three places.
Then, home for the last meal of the day. It is always very much appreciated. You can tell by the hissing.
At one in the morning: the last pills for Nera, the last drops for Bagheera, and a final check that every dish has a little kibble. Then, finally, someone else gets to sleep.
That was a real day at Mumcat. Tomorrow, she does it all again.