WHEN WILD TURKEYS ATTACK!

Tulip’s nemeses, Thelma and Louise, haven’t been around for a few days. Did those two turkeys drive off a cliff, our trusty Norwegian forest cat wondered? Then I was walking by a local hunt camp and this...
“WHO YOU CALLING PEAR SHAPED?”

“WHO YOU CALLING PEAR SHAPED?”

Tulip has objected to my earlier description of a typical Norwegian forest cat’s “pear-shaped body.” That, as every Viking princess knows, is blatant body shaming, which was fine when Thor ruled Earth, but has no place in today’s society. Tulip...
MEANWHILE, IN THE SERENGETI….

MEANWHILE, IN THE SERENGETI….

The plains of Africa are a long way from the fjords of Norway, or from Kagawong for that matter. But a cat is a cat — be it majestic lion, snowy lynx or Tulip, a Norwegian forest cat marooned on Manitoulin Island. For cats, there is really no difference between...
TULIP FACES HER GREATEST FEAR

TULIP FACES HER GREATEST FEAR

Even a Viking shield-maiden such as Tulip has a worst nightmare. We all do. You know yours. Mine’s sharks. For Winston Smith in Orwell’s 1984, it was rats. For Tulip, it’s pickup trucks, even my Dodge Ram. She always gave it the hairy eyeball. A...