More Evidence

of why I want to come back as a cat. Husband and I joke that in his former life, WB was a stock broker who drove a sports car and got "all the chicks." He just has that kind of aura about him. I read the most interesting article about Manx cats the other day, and don't know why I haven't read up on them in the 15 years I've had WB. They are known as "the dog cat." I think this is a nice compromise between a dog and a cat. He doesn't jump on you, smell, need to be walked or let out to do business. He COULD be leash trained, comes potty-trained, comes when you call, can learn to fetch, growls at threatening predators, goes to the door like a dog, is loyal to his people, and can live to be 35. I'm impressed. Also, once they get past their lower body issues, which he has, they are generally very healthy. I also like how his eyes are round unlike most cats, and he has a funny body. He's not fat! Just bigboned and deep in the torso (He used to be really fat when he lived with my parents.), but now he just has a flap. Too bad WB is declawed, but it just makes him more stuffed animal like. I hope he lives to be 35.