Meet Noorly! Actually he doesn't really have a fixed name. I came home one day and saw one of those pet carry cages, and I'm walking very cautiously because I'm like what the hell kind of animal is roaming the house waiting to viciously attack my jugular. I assumed my sister was pet sitting a friend's pet, most likely a dog. Dogs and I do not mix well, I find them disgusting and gross. Like what's the deal with all that whole licking deal? And they're super hyper, running around in circles acting all weird, like chill out man. I did this highschool summer job once as well where I had to do a door to door thing, and almost every dog wanted to kill me. Well, meet a cat that was as vicious as a dog.

Without warning as a I rounded a corner, the cat pounced, trying to claw and gnaw me down to the ground. The story is that my sister had a friend who's a vet, and these abusive owners just left the cat at the vet, abandoning him. You can see the tips of his ears are flat, that's from the previous owners leaving him outside in the Siberian cold of Ottawa (Canada) where he suffered frost bite. He lost a bit of his tail as well. So I don't blame him for not trusting humans.

But he's so cute and cuddly so how could we resist. My sister called him Smokey, and he was that for awhile. My mom being Austrian called him Schnoorly, which is some kind of German slang term for cute cat, and then my dad called him Moorly. And I ended up calling him Noorly the Moor. Or just Noor (which means Light in Arabic).

So anyways, the dude had major attitude, he would stalk you, have a tantrum if you didn't let him out, expect you to let him back in, and only let you pet him when he was sleeping. I'd have to say he's pretty smart, cuz he had us totally whipped. I'd let him chew on my arm while petting him even. Or I'd have these staring matches with him, and if my hands were near and he was feeling moody (indicated by his ears perking up for attack mode) I'd try to pull my away before he got me (very painful consequence). He's also fast as hell with his claws, if I throw this styrofoam ball on a string near him, he'll snag it down everytime regardless of how fast the ball is moving and what obscure angle it's coming in at. We had to declaw him though, he was chopping down the furniture, but what was also impressive is he was able to adapt and still manage to climb trees and catch things.

As time went on he mellowed out a bit more as he realized that even if he attacked people they would still be super nice to him. My sister tells me now that he'll actually sit on your lap, and expects to be petted, and if you stop he'll get mad. Which was unheard of.

Most of his time is spent sleeping in bizzare positions and weird places. Which I would idealize as the ultimate life style (except for weird places... yes I sleep in weird positions). As far as I'm concerned he's the cutest, cuddliest, and coolest cat. No one messes with the Noor!