Zoe

This is my Manx, Zoe. She is one of the "ferret in a cat suit" Manx, always into something or up to something. Those big green eyes are ever alert for a new place to get on top of or into, and she never misses a thing. She will stare at one of the other cats till that cat feels those eyes on it, hisses and leaves in a huff, then Zoe takes over the coveted spot in the sun or the catnip mouse or whatever it was the other cat had and she wanted, with this expression of pure innocence. She runs to meet me at the front door, follows me from room to room all day, and sleeps with me every night. The vet I work for says Zoe looks like a purebred, and with her beautiful markings and classic Manx conformation, she might have been a show cat. A friend of my daughter found her on a country road in Washington state, skin and bones, trying to eat road-kill that was so old it was petrified. She had been nursing kittens but her milk was drying up, so they had probably died a week or so earlier. The woman went back to look for the kittens, but despite a long search, she never found a trace of them. Possibly predators got the litter. I wonder how a gorgeous cat like Zoe ended up out there miles from any house. She is a joy and royal pain, simultaneously, with enough personality for several cats. -Kay in Oregon