Manny, a riff on 'Batman', which is what the rescue named him, is rambunctious, carefree, and loving. He's the larger of Da Boyz, but only heavier by a few ounces. Yesterday, at the veterinarian's office, Manny climbed all over the counters, and tried to push the dog biscuit jar off the table a couple of times. The vet says both cats are about 1-1/2 years old. Manny likes the Cat Dancer toy, and if he's not playing with it or eating food, he gets into mischief, such as jumping on the kitchen counters or getting as close to Angel as he can to make her hiss!
|Manny, trying to get at my food!|
Manny has tried to eat my sandwich, and wants to see everything on our plates. He also licks my (or The Hubby's) shirt or sweater, and purrs and makes biscuits. When I lay down on the futon in Da Boyz's room, Manny is always at my head or across my throat.
Manny is a delight! He is also a rascal. I haven't heard The Hubby laugh like this in a long time.