Saturday, February 28, 2009
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.
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