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I also had a Manx. His name was Robin. I was homeschooling my daughter and went on a "field trip" to the local SPCA. I fell in love with him and we had a six acre horse farm, so he would fit right in. (With the horses, billy goat, 2 potbelly pigs, a pony, a chicken named Ms. Kim Ames (from my 3 year old son) who, by the way slept in the house (both the chicken and the 3 year old!). 3 ferretts, a collie, a tennessee walker hound, two bulls (named #1 and #2. You can't name them, cuz you fall in love with them), and...I can't remember! Well, Robin was very loving, very elegant and strong and would knead my legs SO bad that I would bleed through my jeans. He also had this terrible habit of relieving himself in my plants...BIG no-no in my house. He was just beautiful. Totally gray with really light gray eyes. If I were to be a cat, I would want to be a Manx. Or maybe a Main Coon. Oh, the power! Haha!