The Visitor

When we first moved to Gjovik in August, this huge orange cat was always in our yard hunting. He is absolutely beatiful, but very unfriendly. He would trot by our house every day, but if he saw us, he would take off running. As the days got colder and snowier, we saw him less and less--most likely he appreciates the comfort of home when the mercury drops. Last night, on my way up to bed, I saw my cats gathered around our sliding glass patio doors, staring out intently. Remember those suction cup Garfield dolls that everyone used to stick in their car windows? Yeah, that's pretty much what the big orange guy looked like, plastered against our patio door on his hind legs, peering through the glass at us. I'm guessing he has a proper Norwegian name like Thor or Bjorn or Ivar, but from now on, I'm calling him Garfield!