RK Manx soldiered on in the cold,
By Mary K. Hamner
gray skies and wet ground have even gotten to RK. After
his morning release from his dry place in the garage and
his morning feeding, he goes to his watch-cat position on
the front porch. A rug draped across a chair is his, he
thinks, and he sits either on it or under it for part of
the day. He looks depressed and lethargic and I wonder if
hes thinking, Will spring never come?
The snow was a temporary diversion, but his morning run
ended when the cats feet got cold. Birds on the
feeder above him seem to generate little interest. So
far, the birds havent been objects to prey upon.
The morning birdcall from one out in the trees causes him
to perk up-sit up, but not for long. Squirrels have
become a little wary since the appearance of the cat that
killed a rat just a little smaller than them.
Old Fritz, the Mafia cat, still swings by now and then
but goes away when RK ignores him and refuses to run up a
tree. Its as if the Manx, tired of the game, has
nothing but scorn for the old guy who has been totally
rebuffed by his woman down the road. He still
comes all the two-mile distance in hopes of getting a
scrap or two of the store bought brand of food he likes.
Its like RK is thinking, It was fun at first
when the old gray crooked tail cat came by, but now
hes just boring, boring, boring!
According to one online resource, the Manx is a very
playful cat as a rule. They can jump higher than anyone
can imagine, and it is not unusual to find them perched
on the highest point in any room. They have extremely
powerful hindquarters. It has been stated by one Manx
owner that Manx are the feline sports cars of the
cat world with their acceleration and quick turns.
It goes on to say that keeping such a rare treasure
indoors, neutering or spaying and providing acceptable
surfaces for the natural behavior of scratching are
essential elements for maintaining a healthy, long and
My uneducated take on this creature that forged his way
over hill and dale to land exhausted on my doorstep is
that he is a creature of the wild. He roams at night if I
fail to put him inside. He is a hunter and sometimes
suffers the repercussions of tangling with an adversary
bigger than he is. A coyote could probably do him in if
coyotes could climb trees. He sits and watches when the
weather is dark and dreary but comes alive again when the
sun comes out. Small creatures like mice and moles are
toys for RK to play with and he tosses them up into the
air catching them over and over again until they give up
running and die.