There’s an Old Norse saying: You can take the Norwegian forest cat out of the forest, but you can’t take the forest out of the Norwegian forest cat. Or can you? Tulip has been in Toronto since Labour Day helping The Blonde Bombshell with the federal election. I worried that she (Tulip, not The Blonde Bombshell) might be running amok, Viking style, through city streets, frightening children, chasing pets, terrorizing park squirrels and generally pillaging the place. Then, I received this photo of Tulip tucked into a duvet and silky soft pillow.
I’m afraid to show it to the chipmunks up here. They’d die laughing.