Gregory's ServerA little nostalgia: The Cutie Patootie, who was my last cat, posing for a portrait. A neighbor's barn cat (he had a barn full of Manx cats!) she adopted me one cold winter, insisting on being in a warm place to have her kittens. The sweetest and smartest cat I have ever had, I had her trained to sit and wait for dinner quietly, and Guy Noir learned from her. She would also fetch, come, sit and stay. I guess Manx cats are usually smart. The survivors of her first and only litter were immediately adopted (tailless cats often have kittens with enough spinal problems they don't do well, and the father was another Manx). She lived to be 22 years old!
She was named The Cutie Patootie by my daughter.