James chasing NomarPeople occasionally ask us about Nomar. Sometimes they know him personally, sometimes they just remember we used to have a cat and no longer do. Kevin got Nomar as a kitten when he was living in Iowa.
Nomar at about 8 weeks old, May 2002
Nomar was Kevin's cat before I met them, and I've always had a complicated relationship with him because though I love some cats in particular, I am not much of a cat person in general. And Nomar is a tough cat. After a year or so of living together and taking adorable naps together, one day, completely unprovoked by me, Nomar decided to bite my EYE. Not cool, Nomes, not cool.
Taking adorable naps together in Charlottesville in 2008
Still, he was the one who broke up with us when we moved to Brooklyn. The short version of events is that Nomar is an outdoor cat, and when we moved to Brooklyn he didn't like anything about it. He was miserable. At the same time, Kevin's mom was about to get a cat, so the solution was simple. Nomar especially loves the Cape because there are lots of cute baby creatures to torture and murder. I admit that despite his abusive tendencies towards me, I got teary-eyed when we left him at the Cape.
Nomar hating Brooklyn in 2008
Nomar loving the Cape in 2008
Nomar taking a nap on me while I watch him suspiciously, 24 weeks pregnant, 2010
It was rough going for Nomar when James was born. On James's first visit to the Cape we didn't let him come in the house. That sounds mean, but need I remind you that he tried to eat my eye and likes to kill baby woodland creatures?
As James got older, little by little we let them inhabit the same space and get closer and closer.
James at 1 Month: no eye-contact with the cat, please.
James at 4 months: you can look but don't touch!
James at 7 months: Napping in the same room is allowed but not encouraged
No, no, no! (Also at 7 months)
Learning to pet Nomar softly ("Suavecito, suavecito, suavecito.")