When a Cat Comes Calling

When a Cat Comes Calling

I have a soft spot in my heart for Manx cats. My mother’s cat, Boxcar, was a Manx. Boxcar had only one litter of kittens in her entire life, two little Siamese and a tiny runt, born a whole day after the first two. The little guy was a Manx and looked just like her. […]

Lady’s Best Friend

Yesterday as I wrote about D. C., I mentioned another cat, Rinehart. This is how he came to be at Manos Meadows. A lot of years ago, a stray cat wandered  to my mother and dad’s house in Tahlequah. She was a gray and white Manx and very, very shy. She had long hair and […]