Hi, my name is “Manny”. I’m a solid black (not a speck of white anywhere) kitten, born under a wood pile into a litter of 3 Siamese.   What are the odds?   I don’t feel any different than my blue eyed brother and sisters, but I’ve heard the black kittens are usually the last to be adopted and sometimes it takes months.  I do everything with my brother and sisters,, everything! We play together and sleep together (mostly Zoe). I am the largest and most independent of the 4, love to cuddle and have the loudest purr of all. My foster Mom named me Manny as a shortened name for Nelson Mandela, who said “There can be no keener revelation of a society's soul than the way in which it treats its children.” No experience with dogs.