Whew, got away from that Quimsby cat for a
while, so thought I would give you the run down on
I am the cutest female Manx you have ever seen.
I am white and dark gray and when I am walking
away from you (which is often) I look like Iím
wearing dark gray pants. Kinda neat, donít
Anyhow, I know where I came from, but I canít
tell you, so Iíll start when I was adopted from
SPCA. I went to live with this nice
older lady who didnít like the mice who came to
live with her in the summer. She wanted an
older cat, but it turns out that when I went to be
spayed, I was really only 6 months old, so I was
probably born in about August of 1995.
I had a happy life with the nice old lady, but
once in a while I got into trouble. Like the
day I climbed the telephone pole - it seemed like
a fun thing to do at the time, however, once I was
at the top, I wasnít so keen on coming
down. It was a looonnnnnnggggg way down, so
I decided to wait for someone to rescue me.
My nice old lady was very upset at this, but I was
so scared that I couldnít move. Four days
later, no one had come to rescue me and I was
getting pretty hungry, so I got brave and came
down all by myself. My nice old lady was
really happy to see me and I never went up such a
big pole again.
One day my nice old lady went away and it got
pretty lonely being outside all the time. I was
being fed, but it just wasnít the same without
her. One day, this female human that had
come to visit the nice old lady lots of time
before came and put me in that awful carrier and
took me some place new.
Well, let me tell you what was at this new
place - not one, but two male cats. One got brave
and stuck his head close to the carrier and I
almost got to scratch
him. I howled and
screamed, but they just stared at me. The
female human took me downstairs and locked me in
the bedroom and there I stayed for a few
days. She opened the door every night when
she got home and sometimes the two cats came in
and hissed at me. I hissed right back.
The male human said I was a Manx with a BIG
ATTITUDE, but honestly, what would you do if you
were confronted with these two males hissing at
you every move you made? I was trying to be
reasonable, but that didnít seem to work so,
like all females, out came the claws. The
humans didnít like that too much, but I think I
made my point.
I'm not allowed outside now so I canít climb
those trees that I see in the back yard. Itís
a good thing too because theyíre even taller
than the telephone pole that I had
climbed. I've been here for
years now and was pretty friendly with that Trissy
cat, but he went away one day and I haven't seen
him since. For some reason Quims doesnít
like me at all. He even follows me when I
want to use the powder room! I mean, really!
How gauche! I do my best to ignore him, but
sometimes he is just plain ornery and lies in the
entrance and I canít get past him.
Occasionally I chase him out of the way, but
mostly, because I am a female, I just change my
mind about where I want to go. Drives
him nuts! He is fun to play with at night
though, as we chase each other up and down the
Iím not too sure, because Iím just a cat,
but I think my nice old lady went over the Rainbow
Bridge to meet up with her husband and her cat
Taka. They are all happy again.
Oh rats, gotta go, that darn Quimsby cat found
me. While Iím gone, why not take a look at
my pictures. Take your time, I know Iím