Norwegian forest cats are the fucking best.
They look like little snow lions
MORE REASONS WHY NORWEGIAN FOREST CATS ARE THE BEST:
THE COLLOQUIAL TERM FOR THEM IS SKOGKATTEN
THEY ARE ALSO CALLED FAIRY CATS IN NORWAY BECAUSE THEY’RE SO PRETTY
THEY RUN DOWN TREES HEADFIRST
THEY’RE FRICKING GIGANTIC BABIES AND THEY PURR REALLY LOUD
THEY LITERALLY WALK OVER SNOW LIKE MOTHERLOVING LEGOLAS
IN NORSE MYTHOLOGY SKOGKATTS PULL THE GODDESS FREYA’S CARRIAGE WHO DOESN’T WANT A CARRIAGE PULLED BY CATS
VIKING CATS END OF STORY
The Viking’s actually took them along on voyages so they are ACTUAL VIKING CATS.
They are super fluffy in the winter and nearly waterproof and then lose the extra fur in the summer so they look like short haired cat then when it gets cold they go back to being super fluffy.
GIANT FLUFFY VIKING CATS.
OMG. My mom writes literary/noir and BDSM style erotica, which would be weird enough, except I just discovered that my current avatar, which is a picture of my own feet and legs in lace up Victorian boots, IS ALMOST EXACTLY THE SAME AS HER EROTICA TWITTER ACCOUNT AVATAR. Her avatar is also her legs and feet in lace-up high heels. SERIOUSLY?
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