Originally posted by hls30.com

Mama sounds like Rotten, She was a wild Manx and lived in my back40.............

Since Mama "found" me, I don't know her breed, but she has all the physical and other traits of a "Norwegian Forest Cat"

Norwegian Forest Cats

Hey there Carl,

I LOVE cats.

With a nice, spicey filling, a strip of bacon on either side, wrapped in buttered foil, covered with hot coals. DELICIOUS .

Seriously, "Smokey" looks like she might have more than just a touch of Russian Blue in her.

I spent three years in Thredbo, a ski resort in the Snowy Mountains, managing the Army Ski Lodge.

At the time, I had a plain old tabby that I named "Tiger" that went half wild when we moved to Thredbo. During summer, the bugger would often call and scratch at the back door until I came to let him in only to find him sitting there with a smug look on his face and his paws holding down a very much alive copperhead snake (bloody poisonous things). He'd HOWL like heck when I slammed the door in his face. I was the only one ALLOWED to pet him. Anyone else who tried did so at their peril. He used to sit on top of the corner post of the front fence waiting for the neighbour's stupid Red Setter to come piddling on the post. Tiger would leap onto the dog's back, bat the stupid animal accross the ears a few times and climb back over the fence. Stupid dog got "HIT" a couple of times a week.

At the ripe old age of 15 he was a bit slow crossing the road one night. I cried.

Rick.