My Mani is the sweetest little boy. I adopted him from the shelter when he was only 6 months old, I originally adopted him because I also have a female cat named Sunna and she would get sad when I would go to work so I thought she would like the company. Little did I know how much this fluff ball would steal my heart. He loves cuddling with his mom and big sister, his favorite toys are his avocado toast, and fish taco, and he makes the best biscuits. He has many nick names but my favorite is chunk master chunk, because he loves food. He loves to look out the window and cackle at birds and have nightly zoomies around the house with his sister. This diagnosis with FIP has been the most heart wrenching experience, watching my sweet big eyed baby lose the light from his eyes has been devistating, watching his eyes cloud over, his pupils dilate and his legs stop working has destroyed not only me but his sister too, she sits close by him and looks over him with such sadness in her eyes. Mani is only 1yr6mo, he deserves to live a long life, he should be having nightly zoomies with his sister, or staring out the window at birds. He should be eating all the treats and playing with his toys, instead of me having to syringe feed him everyday. He deserves to get better, because he's a baby kitty and no kitty should have to go through this.