Meet the Fuzzinator, that's his name. He's a Rumpy Cabbit Manx. Or maybe it's a Cabbit Rumpy Manx or it could be a Manx Rumpy Cabbit. Not being a Manx expert, I'm not sure. For the uninitiated, Manx is his breed, Rumpy is the length of his tail and Cabbit means his front legs are longer than his back legs. The reason he's of interest is because, he disappeared this morning.
He and another calico Manx female belong to my neighbor John and his girlfriend Dianne. It seems that Muffin was tormenting Fuzzinator and during the chase they hit a screen in a front window. Screen popped out. Muffin sat and cried for her staff, Fuzzinator took the opportunity to go exploring. His disappearance left John and Dianne quite concerned.
We took turns prowling the neighborhood calling for Fuzzinator which was a total waste of time. If you call a dog they might come, if you call a cat, leave a message and they'll get back to you. When they're ready to. Or if they're hungry.
He's not allowed to roam. Not exactly a house cat as he is allowed outside on his tiedown. He seems comfortable with that most of the time. It allows him as much freedom as any dog has and it keeps him out from under the wheels of any passing cars. It also keeps him from chasing skunks and porcupines which like Martha Stewart says is a good thing.
Alls well that ends well as Fuzzinator returned to the fold just about time to eat. He's been examined for wounds, fleas, and assorted other things that might find themselves attached to his fur and found to be clean. Somewhat annoyed by the unwanted attention, but none the worse for wear.
I posted this for the first time in June of 2008. It is being reposted (I hope) because Fuzzinator did it again. I'm not sure how he got out of the house this time, it being still cold and we are not yet leaving windows open for air. However, when I went to leave for work this morning, there sat Fuzz on my deck.
I wasn't sure it was him at first, but when I came out he spoke to me and started to walk down the steps. He would stop every so often to see if I was following him, and when I saw which direction he was intent on traveling to, I did. By then I knew it was him and he wanted to go home.
John had left for work, but Dianne was at home sleeping. It took quite a bit of pounding on things to wake her up. Fuzzinator sat quietly while I did all the work and as soon as she came to the door and opened it he bolted into the house as if the hounds of Hell were after him.
She was absolutely shocked, had no idea he was gone, nor when he left. The only thing we can figure is he got out when John went to work. John just left here a few minutes ago after coming here to thank me for seeing to it that Fuzz got home safely this morning. He believes that Fuzz escaped when he went back into the house for something he forgot and left the doors open. He was in a hurry and never saw Fuzz outside. He and Fuzz take walks every day. Apparently Fuzz thought it was walk time. This seems to be the only explanation for the escape since Fuzzinator may be a Manx of many talents, but he can't walk through walls.