My name is Boots....sometimes I am called Booters. I have a pet named Susan. She is my world and I am hers. I am inviting her friends (and I hope to get some of my own... does she think she's the only one?) cause she wants to have a back up page. Even though I don't really care, I do want her to continue feeding, petting and being my pet so I am doing this for her. Damn, humans are a hassle. Anyways, I was named by the youngling, Kim, when she was 5 yrs. old cause I have little white booties on. But when she saw the play, "Cats", when she was 15 yrs, she heard me tell her my "real" name. She and Susan are the only ones that know my "real" name. If you ask kindly and pet me, I might let you know. I am an awesome Manx, by the way. The best of the best! I am 16 years old (which is 112 people age). Damn, I look good! My family hails from the Isle of Man, which is an island off of Ireland. No one knows how the Manx came to be but the story is this.... when Noah brought the animals onto the ark, the cats were the last on since...well, we're cats. The Manx were the last (cause we were busy hunting), the doors slammed shut, cutting off our tails. Somehow, we ended up on the Isle. Scientists don't really know our genetics....we are unique. We don't classify with the Bobcat, Lynx or Japanese Bobtail. We did mix with the Norwegian Forest Cat ions ago so the long haired Manxes (like ME) are called Cymrics. We are known as "the dog breed" cause we are loyal to our families, and will play in water. We love to hunt and play fetch. We are smarter than the other cat breeds. I didn't much like being a mom and I didn't like the other cats, so Susan let me go outside and be a farm cat. We had so much room, with woods and a creek. That was a lot of fun. I really liked running up to those loud car things and growling at them, with my fur all raised up. Sometimes the people inside, were afraid to get out. What fun!! My "pets" called me the "guard cat". When I was 10 yrs. old, they let out Buffy. I hated her...such a retard and she always stole my food. I finally realized I could hold my own with her. These last few years have been good mostly. My pet moved but I really like the new house. Much more peaceful (the scary guy is gone....just nice people come over). And I did get real sick lst year....my liver stopped for a bit...and I don't even drink. Meowrrrr. I much prefer herbs! Purrrrr! But, my pet took care of me, even though I had to have this sharp poke and weird liquid put in me. And I have to eat special food now which isn't as good. But, I feel like myself again. My pet throws those balls and I like chasing them and I really like going out on the back porch with her at night. And, recently, I have enjoyed exploring the back yard. Those damn birds are such a temptation. All in all I have had a good life and am content. I do enjoy mail so feel free to write me and if you have any pets, I might honor them with my friendship.
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