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It's the only way that we could have six boys and seven girls in one 2650-sq.-ft. house. Retarded cats are extremely low-maintenance. (If you're ever offered one, don't hesitate.) They aren't very territorial, and they interact marvelously with each other. There isn't a lot of extra care involved. We have one who can't smell, so you have to carry him to the once-a-day wet-food meal, or he misses out. We have one who thinks he's lost whenever he goes into a different room. If he's walking straight toward a wall, when he gets to the wall, he starts howling for someone to come and rescue him from the "box". He doesn't know to turn around and see that he isn't boxed in. He climbed onto a pantry shelf once and howled for ages until we found him (when he got on the shelf, he was facing the wall and didn't know to turn around and jump back down). His name is "Manly", and never was a cat so mis-named. They are afraid to be carried, so they aren't your typical lapcats. When a loud noise (phone ringing, door bell, sirens outsides) happens, they scramble to hide under the nearest piece of furniture. They don't know what to do with routine change and DON'T like strangers! My husband has torn part of the ceiling out of the living room today to replumb old pipes, and they're intrigued to a point of wildness. Okay, so it's the fact that there's a ladder to climb . . .

If you're a cat person, then you'll know how we feel about these babies. Even Monika: a calico Maine Coon left on a concrete stoop at 7-days-old wrapped in a shop rag. Just think of the poem that goes "There was a little girl who had a little curl, right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good, she was very, very good; when she was bad, she was horrid." That's Monika, and we even love her. It's easier, though, when she's in the good mood . . .

Have a nice day.