Well now, let’s talk about them Norwegian Forest Cats. I hear some folks call ‘em “Wegies” or somethin’. Fancy names, if you ask me. But they’re just cats, big fluffy ones, mind you.
These cats, they come from Norway, way up north where it’s cold. That’s why they got all that fur, I reckon. Thick as a bear’s, almost. Keeps ‘em warm, see? And they say it’s waterproof too. Imagine that, a cat that don’t mind gettin’ wet! My old Mittens woulda had a fit!
- Thick fur, keeps ‘em warm
- Water-repellent coat, fancy that!
- Big cats, strong too
Now, they say these cats go way back, to the time of them Vikings. You know, the fellas with the horns on their helmets? I don’t know much about Vikings, but if they had cats like these, they musta been alright. These cats, they call ‘em “skogkatt” over there in Norway. Sounds like somethin’ you’d cough up, if you ask me. But it just means “forest cat,” which makes sense, I guess.
These Norwegian Forest Cats, they ain’t like them scrawny little things you see runnin’ around sometimes. These are big cats, strong too. They like to play, but they’ll do it on their own terms, you hear? They’re independent, like my old Bessie, always wanderin’ off to the neighbor’s farm. But they can be lovin’ too, when they want to be. Just don’t go pickin’ ’em up whenever you feel like it. They ain’t gonna stand for that.
And talk about looks! These cats are somethin’ else. Stunning, that’s the word they use. I guess it fits. They got these big eyes, real bright and alert. And that fur, oh my, it’s somethin’ special. Long and thick and all sorts of colors. Makes you wanna just reach out and pet ‘em, but remember what I said about them doin’ things on their own terms.
But here’s the thing, these cats, they ain’t cheap. Nope, not at all. They say it’s ‘cause everyone wants one and there ain’t enough of ‘em to go around. Supply and demand, they call it. Sounds like somethin’ you’d hear at the feed store when the price of corn goes up. Anyway, these cats, they cost a pretty penny. More than my old rooster, that’s for sure!
Now, even these fancy cats, they ain’t perfect. They got their problems, just like the rest of us. Seems they can have trouble with their hearts, gettin’ too thick or somethin’. And their hips, too. And somethin’ called glycogen storage disease. Sounds awful, don’t it? Makes you wonder if all that fancy breedin’ is worth it. My old barn cats never had no problems like that.
And these cats, they’re hunters. Natural hunters, they say. So, if you get one, you better have plenty of toys for it to play with. Otherwise, it might start bringin’ you presents, like mice and birds. And maybe somethin’ bigger, if you ain’t careful. My grandpappy used to say a good barn cat was worth ten hired hands, kept the rats out of the grain, see?
So, there you have it. A bit about them Norwegian Forest Cats. They’re big, they’re fluffy, they’re independent, and they’re expensive. They got a fancy history and some fancy health problems too. But they’re beautiful creatures, no doubt about it. Just remember, if you get one, let it do its own thing. And keep plenty of toys around, unless you want a house full of… well, you know.
If you’re thinkin’ about gettin’ one of these cats, do your homework first. Read up on ‘em, talk to folks who have ‘em. Make sure you can handle a cat that’s got a mind of its own. And be prepared to spend some money, ‘cause like I said, these ain’t your average alley cats. But if you’re lookin’ for a companion that’s beautiful, playful, and maybe a little bit wild, then a Norwegian Forest Cat might just be the cat for you.
And remember, a cat’s a cat, no matter how fancy its name or how much it costs. Treat it right, give it food and water, and a warm place to sleep, and it’ll be happy. And that’s all that really matters, ain’t it?
