Why there is "No Place Like Home"
Manos used his magical powers to survive years on the streets in LA until he finally found the right window to crawl through. I would come home during the day to find him sleeping in my bed, so I assumed we were meant to be together and made him my little pet. He has had many adventures, from surviving coyote battles, befriending raccoons, becoming a permanent indoor cat, flying to Boston, walking on a leash, and getting his front fangs removed (which is why his tongue sometimes sticks out). He is currently enjoying a leisurely retirement in Berkeley and enjoys peanut butter, oat milk, and sleeping in a sunbeam. For me, home is wherever Manos is.