On Friday 6 weeks ago Manny went out and never came back.
She is a rescue and just your average grey tabby with yellowy pale green eyes and beautiful black paws.
I am heart broken that my tiny cat has run away or been injured or worse killed.
I can’t tell you how much I am lost without her. She is my fur baby and I have had her for 10 years. I m hoping she will be at home curled up in the bed giving me a bored expression. Or better cry and run at me!
I thought it might be cathartic to tell you about how I came to own a beautiful cat like Manhattan.
I used to work in Jigsaw so long ago. I worked in many of the stores, some of which aren’t there anymore but the Islington one is and that was my main shop.
I was the assistant manager ther and my friend and colleague Marianna went out for a cigarette, next to the vets. Mariana lives animals she ran in off her break and said( I should warn you she is quite dramatic)
Dana I have seen the most beautiful cat and I want him!
She then described a man walking into the vets with a cage full of cats and kittens. So I told her that if they are bringing them in like that to the vets then they are likely to be destroyed so if she wants him she should ask.
Killing the cats
She ran back into the shop screaming they are going to kill the cats.
They had already destroyed one.
But we saved the rest. I told the vets that however many they had left I would take them home.
I took home Inca and Manhattan. They thought manny was the mum even though she couldn’t be much older than 2.
She was scared, malnourished and hissy. Then will time and love she turned into the sweetest cat. Friendly affectionate. She acted like a puppy always following us around the house.
I can’t tell you how guilty I feel and how much I miss her little face. That little cat has comforted me so much in my life and never asked for a lot in return. If you pet as ever gone missing you know how painful it is.
I just want her back.
This is what makes me sad. Not knowing. I hope she is happy and healthy.