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by felinefan » Thu Jul 10, 2008 8:57 pm
I owned a Manx once. Very loyal, very territorial breed. My Cleo hated guys and kids. Whenever my brother or my nephew came anywhere near my bedroom, they got hissed at, growled at, and more than once my nephew got chased out and clawed. I was to have taken him with me when mom dragged me back East, but a test showed he had a heart problem that would've killed him had he gotten on a plane. When mom took him to the vet for what turned out to be the last time, they were checking him and found the problem; next thing they know, Cleo freaked out. For weeks realtors had been showing our house, and we had been packing, etc.. Mom said he bit the vet, tore up mom and the vet and vet tech, trashed the office, and in the process injured himself, including biting through his tongue. They had to euthanize him. I ended up taking Tripod with me. My other cat, Arnie, went to live with my brother but was rehomed when Arnie got destructive. Arnie could be a warrior cat, too--he originally belonged to my nephew, who named him after his then favorite actor--Arnold Schwartzenegger.
