My city...
North Hollywood

I am a Pasadena Humane Alumni!

A little about me...
At eight years old, I planned my escape. The past is a mystery to some, but not me. However, now is not the time to share it. My freedom was short lived until pesky racoons sabotaged my desires to become an Arsitocat (a film I cherished since kittenhood). One less tooth and a nasty gash later, the fine folks at Pasadena Humane Society rescued me and stitched me up.

I lived within their comfort for a month before my bright yellow eyes laid upon Blonde #1 and Blonde # 2. They seemed easily manipulated... perfect. My loud purrs and little meows won them over instantly and I was whisked away to their childless retreat. For over eight years they have remained my dutiful servants and provide me with the bountiful treats, pets and tuna to which I’ve become accustomed.

I will always be grateful to the Pasadena Humane Society for helping me find Blonde #1 and Blonde #2.

Forever yours,
Norman J. Peterson

(A.K.A. Nermin, Narmin, Hammer Paws, No J., No J. Simpson, Nerm, Narm, Normy, Lil’ Kit, Turd Butt, Butt Head)