Apparently, Norris had never thought of himself as a cat, because if anyone had ever misbehaved for attention, it was that cat. Last night, he got on his back in the floor beside of the couch and pulled himself along the edge of it with his claws. I should have just given him razor blades so he could have just gone ahead and shredded the thing. If the boys didn't love him, Norris would have gone back to the cat cages of the pound before we got him home. Having the temperament of a crotchety four-year old and the demeanor of a diva, Norris quickly became master of our home. Norris's likes include; earbuds, yo-yos, larceny, making a break for it, and knocking stuff off of flat surfaces. He loves terrorizing the trusty household Chihuahua, Stella. "Norris Tales" is the type of book you can read in one afternoon, or leave on your coffee table to pick up for a quick make-me-smile-story with the flip to a random page. Try it. The tales of Norris, the cat, are hyperbolic nonfiction. It is a verbal comic book, a light hearted escape into the world of the confusion about exactly who might have the upper hand in the human and cat relationship.