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A Vain Manx

I once had a Manx who constantly primped; her white underbelly never sported one piece of grass or dirt. She kept so clean and fluffy that we’d no idea he’d had her backside chewed up for three days, by an Opossum! In altercation My cat became Opossum Chow wearing teeth marks.

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 1/17/2019 10:05:00 PM

OUCH! This made me feel badly, as I have a porch cat who feeds with opossums. I guess I had best put some more food out. Did the MANX have to have extra shots or antibodies?

M. L. Kiser
Date: 1/18/2019 6:21:00 AM

Yes but, she hid her injury well for three days; she cleaned up and acted normal until she couldn't fake it anymore. She got another shot and a couple of weeks of antibiotics. The vet confirmed our fears. I do miss that manx.