After 16 amazing years of adventures. Half my Soul passed away this morning.
He was the best Boy, my 1st Manx. At first we thought he was a girl, tri-color cali after all but turns out he was one in a million. A male, tri-color Rump riser?!?!? I had no idea what a manx was when I met him, at 5 weeks old, but he was about to change my life forever. His name was Virtue, or Chew-Chew to those closest to him amd he was our house Tiger. He was so muscular and stalked around everywhere he went. As with most Manx, he was am indoor/outdoor cat by his demand. If we tried to force him to stay inside he would cry at the door amd rip out his fur till let him out. He would Always come back. Usually the same day, sometimes in a week, sometimes longer. He lost a half chunk of ear to a local Tom Cat when he was about 5 and took on a bear aroind 15. He was always adventuring off and finding new friends, if we lived in a development, everyone around us took part on his daily rituals. He would walk from home to home visiting his fans, an older couple walked around the block daily to pet him while he sunbathe on the sidewalk. Over the years he had the usual manx dietary issues but as the years went on his wobble became more of a stumble and his manorisums softened. He will forever be our House Tiger and I will forever remember him as the tiny BunnyKitten he always was for me. ♡ 90% of my pictures of him are with us, but... this was the Best Boy Ever ♡