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Some Important Life Lessons From My Idiot Savannah Cat, Norbert
Many posts have been written on the wisdom of cats. This is not one of them, because my cat isn’t wise. Still, he‘s got some worthwhile lessons for us all.
Norbert was an accident. No one could have planned a creature as special as him — he is clearly the result of questionable decisions, a late-night adventure, and a genetic anomaly.
He is either an F3 or F4 Savannah cat that was not listed as such when I adopted him. No, he was simply adrift, a kitten lost in the flooding when hurricane Florence inundated Wilmington, NC.
His mom happened to be pregnant with him when this event occurred, and she happened to be rescued near a less-than-scrupulous Savannah Cat breeder, but who could have predicted this outcome?
For those who don’t know, Savannah Cats are genetic abominations crafted from the unholy union of a domestic feline and a literal wild African cat that looks like a toddler’s poor attempt at drawing a cheetah. The offspring — known as F1s — are similarly…interesting-looking. See the below image for proof.
