A Manx Kitten
By Lynn, on October 6th, 2008
Yes, it should not be, but we have another litter of these on the front porch.
There were three kittens to start with, but one solid gray one has died already. We suspected that the father of the kittens was a large manx that runs around the neighborhood. He is quite afraid and will not come close to the house if we are outside. This litter confirmed our suspicions that he was the father, as one cat has been born with the obvious trait of being tailless. It is not totally tailless, which is good for it since more problems can occur if there’s absolutely no tail at all. The tail is just a little stub.
Between my neighbor and myself, we have decided that I will just take ownership of the cat and take over her vet care as well. She’ll be going to get spayed as soon as this litter has weaned.  In the meantime, we are enjoying the experience of seeing kittens born and raised.
Lynn
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About Lynn 
Approaching-50 mother of four. Thrifter. Content with lots of clothes bought for very little money. Loves retro. (That could be styles from the 40s and 50s. And sometimes stuff even older than that. And sometimes stuff from all time, all mixed up together!) Bluffs about decluttering but secretly loves STUFF. Goes through stages. Has standing and staring spells before rearranging the entire home. Just because. Tune in each day to see what new outfit comes home from G.W. Boutique next. (That's Goodwill, by the way.) Oh, and she owns a spoiled beagle named Annie. And this blog.
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Oh! Growing up, all of the cats I had were Manx. When I got married, dh thought it was a little weird, so now our kitty has a tail–there was a time when that was weird to me! : )
Jen in OK from FIAR
How sweet. We acquired two kittens at five weeks old. They are now roughly 9 weeks. Their mother had been killed. Both, Bella and Cupcake, are fitting in quit well. Have fun enjoying the miracle. hugs, Ellen
too sweet….
I miss having a cat…
I just somehow knew you would be taking in this mama cat and her kittens.
Patricia