Peter is such a sweet kitty! I'm glad you took the mother in! Looking forward to seeing your other manx.
hi everyone..when i was in my early twenties my dad brought my mom a kitten who was only three weeks old and he was gorgeous but he was manx and he always had problems with his bowels..it was so sad.he was gorgeous though, he had blue eyes and he was an orange tabby with very long canines..he reminded me of a sabertooth tiger..
Val- if you've always wanted one, perhaps you'd be lucky like these other people to find one in a shelter. Unfortunately, the Manx itself is a defective breeding; it is technically called a "lethal" trait, and when manx cats are bred, chances are high that many of the babies will not survive. We're lucky that these cats are not extremely popular at the moment, as I'd hate to see people purposely breeding for them and not caring about the loss of life.
It was nice and cool outside here in Texas yesterday. Gimli, Nigel and Kahlan enjoyed being out on the balcony while I was doing laundry.
I no longer own a manx cat, my 2 manxes passed away about 6 years ago.
My manx cat Casey was a true rumpy, just had a dimple and tuft of fur.
He unfotunately inherieted the manx gene that causes their problems.
When he was 6 weeks old , I had to have him operated on for a prolapse.
He also had megacolon, and had to eat canned pumpkin everyday and take regulan.
He would have to go to the vet and have enemas.
He was a very goodnatured cat, yes they do act more like dogs than other breeds of cats.
My other manx, Casey's mother was named Mao.
Mao was a beautiful smoke gray and Casey was black.
I sure do miss them, but I now have 2 more black cats(not manxes), Henry and Monkey.
Manxes will always be in my heart.
This is Tabu. We lost her in April. She would have been 19 this month. I got her when she was 6 weeks old and she lived with me longer than any human or other furbaby. Sure do miss her.
The cats are all so beautiful! One person in here mentioned their cat was an American bobtail, not a manx, what is the difference? My brother adn I adopted a bobtailed cat from a park many years ago. He now lives with our parents. He is one of the loudest things you've ever heard, very skittish and completly loveable. His name? Bob. I'll see if I can find a picture.
Clyde is a handsome guy and he has a gorgeous coat! so shiny!
When Gimli is walking and you look at him from behind, he looks like a little piggy. He has a huge head and a thick neck. Strange looking whiskers too. I tried to get a pic of him standing up, but all he wanted to do was love on me. I think he got the most manx genes out of the 4 kittens. A friend of mine brought her son over and he even said he acts like a dog, without knowing any characteristics of the breed. Even when Gimli was 2 weeks old, when I picked him up, he felt solid. I haven't seen his brother snce he was 9 weeks. His two sisters are half his size and will probably be small like the momma who is only 6.5 pounds. Gimli is tall and looks skinny, but is surprisingly heavy when you lift him up. I always wanted a manx, but I thought I'd never have one. He has so much personality. I love my handsome manxie boy!
But I've always wanted one. I come from England originally and my family used to regularly go across to the Isle of Man. When I was about 6 we stayed with a family whose cat had just had a litter of ADORABLE Manx kittens. I have a photo of me holding one with a goofy look on my face I SO cried when I had to leave them - couldn't convince mum to adopt one and I tried all the recommended techniques - looking cute, pouting, throwing a tantrum. Nothing would move her. Sigh. Well, maybe one day ......
This is Gimli, my handsome classic tabby manx. His dad is a brown mackerel tabby rumpy riser manx and his momma is Aphrodite, a blue mackerel tabby with white(tailed). Gimli is 10 months old and he weighs 12 pounds.
I have a very special guy I adopted 5 years ago this August. His name is Bob. He was at my shelter and had been there for a while because he was so frightened of being in the cages. He hissed and hid under the carpet for months. Finally I decided to foster him and fell in LOVE. He was a totally different cat at home. Now he's our big tub of love.
He has absolutely no tail nor bone at all. Just a little fan of fur at the end where the tail would be. While visiting a local no-kill shelter where I live now I met Bob's long lost sibling. (well, not really but they looked alike) His name was Shadow. I already had my hands full at home with cats, rabbits and kids so I couldn't adopt him but he did end up finding a home.