Borealis Norwegian Forest Cats

Borealis Norwegian Forest Cats Borealis was established in 1997, with the purchase of Prinz Ymir, from the first litter in Australia, of parents imported from the UK.

We have been breeding glorious NFC kittens since then. We sell healthy, neutered, pedigree Norwegian Forest kittens.

11/06/2025

Last Night, I Came Back…

I stood beside your bed last night.
You didn’t see me—but I was there.
You were crying in the dark, whispering my name through tears.
So I leaned in close and whispered back,
"I’m still here… I never left you."

This morning, I watched you pour your tea,
Your hands pausing over the cup—
I saw that look in your eyes.
You were remembering how I used to nudge you,
Waiting for a treat or just your touch.

I walked with you to my resting place today.
You cleaned the stone, fixed the flowers,
And I heard your heart say what your lips couldn’t.
Please know—I’m not really lying there.
My soul is in every memory, every quiet moment we once shared.

And when you sat in silence, just staring at the sky…
You smiled.
That soft, knowing smile.
Yes—I felt it too.
In that moment, we were together again.

I’m beside you still—
Not just in memory,
But in every breath of love we ever knew.
So please believe me when I say…

I never went away. 💫🐾

04/06/2025

Twin polar blasts are pushing a mass pool of freezing air north with meteorologists not ruling out the chance for snow in Queensland.

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25/05/2025

Under a Sky Full of Wishes – A Cat’s Quiet Night of Wonder

18/05/2025

Goodnight……….

18/05/2025

Some say when a beloved pet leaves this world, they don’t just cross the Rainbow Bridge—they become part of the sky itself.

Their love lingers in the golden streaks of sunrise, the hush of twilight, the way the wind nudges a fallen leaf toward you like a gentle nudge from a paw that’s no longer there. They are the unexpected warmth on your pillow where they once slept, the flicker of a shadow in the corner of your eye that feels almost like them.

They watch over you—not as ghosts, but as guardians. When you ache, they send a breeze to dry your tears. When you laugh, they rustle the trees in celebration. And on the days you miss them most, they paint the clouds in colors you can’t name, just to remind you: love doesn’t end; it changes form.

One day, when the time is right, you’ll hear the familiar jingle of a collar you’d know anywhere. You’ll turn, and there they’ll be—no longer a whisper in the wind, but a thunderous joy, barreling toward you with wings folded, ready to run the rest of the way home.

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18/05/2025

Grief is the quiet hum of a love that no longer has a body.

It’s the phantom weight at the foot of the bed where they used to sleep.
The way you still pause before opening a cheese wrapper, out of habit.
The way your heart stumbles when you see their favorite toy under the couch, dusty but untouched.

This isn’t just sadness—it’s the echo of a thousand small rituals that once meant nothing and now mean everything.
The way they’d nudge your hand for pets while you worked, or how their tail thumped the floor at the sound of your voice.
The way the house feels like a museum of their absence—every corner whispering, They were here. They mattered.

At first, the grief is a wild thing—sharp teeth, ragged breath. It chews through your days and leaves you raw.
But slowly, the storm inside you settles. Not because the love fades, but because it finds new places to live.
In the way you smile at a stranger’s dog who has their same goofy ears.
In the way you catch yourself saving the last bite of your sandwich, then realize no one is waiting for it.

You don’t “move on” from a love like this.
You fold it into your bones.
You wear it in the way you walk through the world a little softer now, a little more tender—because they taught you how.

Grief isn’t a flaw. It’s the fingerprint of a love so deep it outlived its form.
So let it ache. Let it linger. Let it remind you:
What you miss isn’t gone. It’s just buried in your nervous system—a pulse of warmth when you least expect it.

One day, you’ll tell their story and laugh before you cry.
One day, their memory will feel like sunlight on your shoulders instead of a weight on your chest.
Not because you’ve forgotten, but because love has a way of turning wounds into wisdom.

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17/05/2025

Address

Melbourne, VIC
3977

Opening Hours

Monday 9am - 5pm
Tuesday 9am - 5pm
Wednesday 9am - 5pm
Thursday 9am - 5pm
Friday 9am - 5pm
Saturday 9am - 5pm
Sunday 9am - 3pm

Telephone

+61408060154

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