TULIP PINES FOR THE FJORDS

TULIP PINES FOR THE FJORDS

Our Viking cat is temporarily back in the Big Smoke, leaving behind the fjords and muskoxen of her beloved Manitoulin Island. She can scarcely believe what she sees. Toronto is a mess. The Bicycult has won the War on Cars and traffic is ridiculous, considering...
AMBUSH TACTICS OF THE VIKING CAT

AMBUSH TACTICS OF THE VIKING CAT

Our cabin and environs is perilous territory for prey, such as chipmunks, squirrels, mice, bugs and (very, very small) deer. Norwegian forest cats, of which Tulip is a superb specimen, are noted for their skills at ambush. Here, Tulip demonstrates how she lies in wait...

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...