Manny McCoy – Canton South, Ohio
Manny McCoy made his home in Canton South, Ohio. Originally a stray with no warm home to curl up in each night, he finally found his way to the house of Marge and Bill McCoy who promptly adopted him.
Manny was an American Shorthair with mackerel tabby markings, though his exact lineage is unknown. Luckily, his breed and color were of little consequence to his new owners. Rather than naming him for his appearance, he was named for one of their favorite (at that time) players for the Cleveland Indians baseball team, Manny Ramirez.
Manny McCoy watching the finches feed
After Marge and Bill passed away, Manny was inherited by their son and his wife, Lisa, and moved to their home in Canton South. Despite his early days as a cat with no strings attached, he took to being a housecat with ease. Though the great outdoors continued to be Manny McCoy’s favorite place to visit, he was equally happy on the couch, which quickly became his favorite place to nap.
Manny was not much for toys. However, he could be enraptured for great lengths of time simply watching the finches at the feeder outside the window—better than any Hollywood blockbuster—although (as is the case with many felines) his all-time favorite activity continued to be sleeping.
Manny did not, however, take particularly well to having his sleep interrupted. When his new humans came home from the hospital with this loud, squalling “thing” swathed in blankets, he was not quite sure what to make of it. Over time, Manny learned to adjust to the baby boy, and maybe even like (love!) him a little.
Another advantage of trading in the free-wheeling existence of a stray to become “domesticated” was the significant improvement in cuisine. I his new home, Manny McCoy discovered the delectable dish known as tuna. It was an instant favorite, and eventually, it showed. As Manny grew accustomed to his pampered existence, he grew in other ways too, making him a large, cuddly kitty.
His love of being outside notwithstanding, Manny was not a traveling cat, at least not by human means of transportation. Manny showed off his skill as an escape artist when the time for his initial veterinarian appointment rolled around. According to Lisa, Manny managed to “escape every contraption that was rigged up for the sake of transport.” He was much more content to curl up on the couch with Lisa, one of her favorite memories of him.
Manny McCoy’s exact age was never known, but he lived a long life that was filled with love. His loud purring filled his home until he was 15-18 years old, and while that rumbling purr is sorely missed, Manny McCoy is not forgotten and lives on in the happy memories carried by his family, four-legged and otherwise.