Follow-me Nora

A few walks ago, I made friends with a little black and white cat on Agricola. Let's call her Nora. If she's a he, then he would be Nordberg. But Nora it is for now.

Tonight, Nora followed my friend and I all the way home. She meowed like a yodeler by the time she'd followed me all the way to my street.

It was sad, because it's cold outside tonight, and she's so far from her home. I couldn't take her inside because maybe she'd like it and never go back home to her mum.

Go home, Nora. Go home!