I don't like non cat lovers

Stash and Manny - Manx brothers

Do they have any tail?? My Fat Ash does not even have the slightest stump... Vet said that was kinda rare, so just curious!!

You friggin werido.

Abigail looks just like my cat Francis. I can't find the pic that I thought was on my phone. Driving home from work one day I hit a stretch of road that was straight for about 4 miles. For some reason I noticed that there was a car in the on-coming lane that didn't appear to be moving. It wasn't. There was a little old lady sitting in it. There was a Oreo cat laying in the middle of the road with a "Kill me" expression on his face. She hadn't hit him, she was just unsure what to do (she had been sitting there for almost 10 minutes she said).

So I pick up this cat to have a look at him. He was wheezing and sneezing. Both eyes were so infected that you could barely see those eyes. he had scabs and what appeared to be a broken leg. I felt bad for him so I put him in the truck and took him home. The town vet lived across the street from us and I asked him to come over and have a look. I thought he was probably too far gone and the vet may put him down.

As I was talking to the vet my wife wandered out. She had given birth to our daughter 3 weeks before and was taking a break while some friends were watching the baby. Anyway.. she came out and heard Scott say that this 3 week (same age as the baby) old cat most likely wouldn't survive but he could try. My wife looked at the cat, said "awwww", and basically handed him a blank check.

So this is how he got his name: Almost anything that could be wrong was. His lungs were infected, his eyes were infected, Doc thinks he had a digestive tract infection as well. The leg was broken, compound break where the broken ends were side by side instead of in line on the x-ray. Doc couldn't operate on the leg until the infections were cleared up. 3 weeks later, when the infections were nearly gone, we take him back in for the leg surgery and neutering. The Doc came by later in the evening with the newest x-ray. He had done the neutering but not the leg surgery. He handed me the x-ray and said he hadn't seen it before. The leg bones had somehow pulled back into line and knitted. We knew that it wasn't an x-ray mix-up because you could see the calcium build up where the break had been.

So this mangy little kitten crawls out of a corn field in the middle of Iowa, 10 miles from the nearest home or farm, has all these problems and a low survivability outlook-and lives. We figured naming him after the patron saint of animals wouldn't be too outside the box. We call him Francis, after St. Francis of Assisi.

I think he may be the dark side of the saint though. He walks along counters and ledges knocking everything off. This includes newly opened beer bottles and cans, sippy cups, peanut butter jars, Basically anything that can hold water becomes a casualty of the "Crusade of Francis". There must always be a faucet running or he will meow like an air raid siren, and you will meet the claw as he destroyes your work shirt. Every now and then you will wake up with a cat wrapped around your foot biting your toes. Then he screams for water. Sometimes, for no apparent reason, he will jump straight up into the air to nearly 3 feet and then disappears into a cartoon cloud of dust and fur as he streaks to the other end of the house. Then he screams for water. He used to sit calmly in the middle of the room until the 80lb Rotweiler mix walked by. Francis would calmly look over at him-!!Snap from a psychological break!!- Smack him in the muzzle, and calmly go back to watching the wall. I once ran into the room (due to the noise) to find him wrapped around that same dogs face, mimicking one of the early scenes in "Alien".

Did I mention that you can't approach a sink without him stretched across it screaming at you to TURN THE DAMN THING ON FOR PETE'S SAKE!! Every time I look at him I see the crackhead Pookie from "New Jack City".

But he realy is a good cat... I think.