What a precious face your Angus has, Edna. He will probably get into more mischief than most kittens because Manx are very intelligent. I adopted a stray black Manx many years ago. He was a big boy. He topped out at twenty- two pounds. He had a tendency to overeat because he had been a stray. But he would stop eating for a day or two now and then, as he seemed to feel twenty pounds was his best weight. Soon after adopting the Manx, a young pregnant female showed up at my door. I took her in. A few days later she produced a litter of six. She was too young to be a good mother. That battle scarred old male Manx took over, and "mothered" the kittens! Lorna

wow, what some cute kittens. I have always liked orange kittens.There use to be a stray tom cat come by my house years ago and he would stop at my back door and meow,and I would get some thing to feed it and I called it MORRIS after the TV Cat commercial,he finally quit coming,and have no idea where he went. Your seedlings are very pretty. Jean

So cute! I love cats and kittens! When I was little, I put doll clothes on my cat and pushed her around in a doll baby buggy! Wish I had photos of that-unfortunately they exist only in my mind.

Oh. Sounds a little bit like a cat I rescued. Here's the story, there might be something here that will help. Found a stray cat in my yard. About 12-18 months old, not neutered. Took him in, kept him separate from my two older female cats until after vet visits, surgery, etc. He was a very jumpy, nervous sort of cat. He jump in my lap, stay for 10 seconds and jump off. I could pet him for about a nanosecond, and then he'd turn and bite me. Hard. Never broke the skin, but did leave bruises. Forget about picking him up or holding him. That was NOT going to happen. The bites would come out of nowhere--he'd be sitting next to me and just suddenly bite my hand. Introduced him to my other cats, slowly, following every idea I'd ever read about. Didn't work. He attacked them. He'd chase them under my bed and they were afraid to come out. He'd keep them from the food and water and litter box. Attempts to place him in a shelter failed. So, because I was living in a small, one-bedroom apartment, he was confined to my bedroom. (A litter box in my bedroom, oh joy!) Every day, for about 45 minutes to an hour, I'd go in and play with him. Lots of dangling, interactive toys. Things that would tire him out. During this time, I did not try to pet him or hold him or touch him. I'd just play with him. And he got to sleep on my bed at night with me, if he wanted to. And I talked to him all the time I was there and awake. I'd read in bed before going to sleep and I'd read out loud to him. During this time, he'd accidentally scratch me while playing, or if I moved while asleep in the night. The backs of my hands and my forearms were covered in scratches for months. It took about 11 months, but one morning, as I was sitting on my bed, he crawled into my lap. I held my breath, I tell you. He sat there for at least a minute, then walked off. That was the turning point. Very, very slowly, I started to pet him. And he stopped biting. About a year and a half in, and he started to purr so I could hear. It got to the point where I'd walk into the bedroom, and he'd start jumping around, because he knew he'd get half an hour of play, and then half an hour of lap time. I'd wake up in the morning, and he'd be pushing his head into my hand to get ear rubs. Sadly, despite my best attempts, I could not get him to stop attacking the other cats. And he learned how to open doors. After the third vet visit for an abscess for my older cat, I had to find him a new home where there were no other cats. So this might sound like counter-intuitive advice, but maybe confine him to a smaller space for a few months. A big house and big yard might be frightening to him. Everyone in the house should agree to not pet him, not pick him up. Let human contact be on his terms. Two play sessions a day. Lots of talking to him. If he bites, everyone should use the exact same correction--a hiss, a bop on the nose, and then remove yourself from the cat. (Or whatever correction you choose.) I think it is very important to be consistent. It will take a lot of time. It took over a year before my cat was anything close to "normal" for a cat. Yours is younger, so maybe he will be able to change more quickly. But I don't think there is a quick fix for this situation.