Manx midplay. She's boneless. Or seems that way. She is such a soft kitten, rarely claws, hind legs dangle when I hold her. She head bumps me, jumps on my chest, circles and extends herself below my chin. Yesterday, she "ran away." In the neighbor's backyard, under their sloop, she dug a hole like an old hound dog. We finally caught her, then washed her in the tub. My new neighbors pulled into their driveway, and Manx jumped up, bounded across the livingroom, ears alert, and landed in her window seat to check on the strange sounds. She's such a dog!