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I have a black female Manx cat – the ones without tails – and she is known as a Rumpy which means she has no tail at all; not even a stump. She is most definitely MY cat, as she does not enjoy being with either of my teenage children. She is very feisty and independent.
Prior to getting this cat, Midnight, I had a very large Siamese/Himalayan mix named Charlie Chan. He disappeared in the early weeks of December. I spent several weeks roaming the neighborhood and nearby wooded areas looking for him and calling him, but never found him.
After Christmas that year, I decided he was either sick and went off somewhere to die, or someone had taken him. That’s when I decided to stop crying about him and get myself a new cat. I went to the local SPCA and was really looking for a Maine Coon, since I had always wanted one of that breed.
Most of them, however, noted that they were not good with other pets and we had another cat and two dogs in the home. Then I came upon this female Manx named Happy. She came with toys, a litter box and accessories and had lived with a family that couldn’t keep her. The information was silent as to why they couldn’t keep her, however. She seemed to like me and I decided to take a chance.
I renamed her Midnight because I didn’t care for the name Happy. I should have named her Puma or Wildcat – she instantly became “Top Cat” in our house. She ignored the dogs and terrorized the other cat, but decided she loved me and would sit in my lap every time I was at my desk in my home office.
She curled up beside my head when I slept and came when I called, something no other cat had ever done! She hisses at my children and even gnaws on me and scratches me when she gets tired of being petted, but I love her and she loves me. I’ve had her for several years now, and she never fails to cuddle up to me and purr whenever I need her.
She loves to attack the sheets when I make my bed or change the linens and will hid under the sheets while I try to make the bed. She drinks out of the faucet while I put on my makeup and wakes me up at times by licking my face or hands while I sleep. She is truly a character, even if my kids call her the Devil Cat and swear she is possessed by demons! My Midnight is a crazy girl, but she’s full of personality.