Newman

Newman, our cat, is very finicky. He has some manx in him, and sometimes I wonder if he is semi-wild because of it. He is socially retarded, to say the least. He tends to view us as his family, in the den...and himself as the hunter who protects, and sometimes feeds the den with entrails of a few rodents found around the yard.

He is easily startled by unfamiliar noises, and quite frankly, would do very well for himself in the wild, or on a large farm. He has killed his fair share of mice, rats, baby birds and parent birds that might get in his way of eating the baby birds. We tried scaring him down from a nest once, and he just sat there, swatting at the parent birds as they swooped down at him, all the while staring us as if to say, “Get your own tasty eggs....THESE are MINE”.

No other cats mess with him in his yard, around his yard, or within a scratching post distance. Sometimes we don’t see him for a couple of days, then he shows up, burs tucked into his fur, and wants to come inside the house, long enough only to make sure we’re all still safe and in the den. It’s as if he takes count, cuddles with us each for a few minutes individually, rubs against us, sneaks some of the dog’s water, and then pulls at the blinds on the back door to go out again.
We weren’t really sure what his reactions would be when we would introduce Cadence to him a few years ago. But he loves being around her.

She sometimes will carry him by picking him up across his shoulders and upper arms, with his back legs stretched to the ground, and he lets her, and then sits next to her wanting more of the same. Now, mind you, this cat has long claws, and a fierce bite when he plays. He could easily draw blood on her. But, he never has.

In fact, just look at these pictures. If that’s not mutual love and understanding between the two of them, I don’t what is.

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