I truly am a princess. I never dreamed anyone could dream up this lifestyle. From the brink of homeless, starvation and ultimate desperation, I live a royal existence from my early days. Subjected to mental and physical abuse from birth, I found myself homeless on the wrong side of Victoria. With nowhere to go, and no hope or dreams possible for the future, I lived on the streets until I could seek shelter from a city-run shelter. I spent several months there until a loving foster family came along. Within days of fostering me, they adopted me and the rest they say is history.
I yearn for nothing and living in palatial residences across country. Well, not a REAL palace, but it seems that way from my perspective. My adoptive family treats me as I am their own flesh and blood, never any mention I was not theirs from birth. From sprawling manors by the sea of the Atlantic to mountain-range views of the Olympic peaks in the Pacific, I am blessed with all a girl could ever dream. I have a full staff including house servants and chefs, and I eat a balanced diet from the sea and land. My daily nourishment is provided from the beautiful bounty of Vancouver Island, incorporated into organic meals along with hand-made natural afternoon snacks.
Exercise is a regular part of my day and is filled with top of the line toys and games, as well as regular play dates with the family. Nap time is treasured and I have the most cozy and abundance of nap areas when duty calls. Wellness is imperative in our family and regular wellness visits to our doctor are complemented with regular dental appointments including twice annual cleanings. My hobbies include bird watching and I am part of the neighbourhood watch, on the lookout for suspicious activity from the sofa in my front window.
The centre of all family is love and affection. My parents treasure cuddle time and nurture the soul, spirit and mind of each family member with an individual approach. We have daily dinner conversations, evening together times and frequent family “chats”.
I am a purrfect princess wanting for nothing.
Norah – rescued December 2006
Norah was rescued from the Victoria Pound in 2006 at the age of 18 months. She was found by a refuge collection company, who heard her cries from a box destined for the trash. She had been deliberately placed in a box taped shut at the roadside.
Norah is a purebred Maine Coon, aged 8 and living life to its fullest while successfully running the Tahir / Rafuse residence.
You can see more of her on Instagram. WARNING: frequent, adorable cat posts.