One day while out
picking up the paper and mail Harriet found this wee little kitty by the mailbox
at the roadside in front of our hous. He was thin and injured with a silver
dollar sized hole in his back
near where his tail should have been infested with maggots (which probably
kept it from being too infected).
After some kind loving care from our great vet, this tail less, yet not a
Manx, kitty has come to join
Daisy and Chester. He likes sleeping in bowls and the bathrood sink, whatever
that means.
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As you can see from the above sequence he tried to set himself up in a luandry
basket, much to the amusement of Chester and Daisy.