Norma, Norma,Norma, ... what are we going to do with you?!
you climb everything. you hang off the top of the door and jump down on the bird cage, ruffling the poor finches feathers.. How he is still not dead of a heart attack is beyond me!
you race through the house making it sound like we have a herd of elephants, plants dropping from high places as you go.. I have replaced so many pots since Josh took you in.. seriously, you need to get a job to pay for them, k?
you are the prettiest gray kitteh, big yellow eyes.. that's what I call you, you know "the yellow eyed monster"