Game: Find the pika!


Today, on Saturday, July 12, 2026, it was raining quite heavily in Moscow. But that did not stop Timosha in the slightest.
Vika and Roma — have the names for Shu and Pepe’s kittens not been chosen yet? I’m just very curious what names they’ll have
The weather in Moscow is foul. But Timosha is out for a walk. He steps out onto the porch, listens to the rustle of the rain, and thinks.

I want to see some of your most silly manul images, I would be delighted if you shared.
Thank you :D
I wonder, does Mari have anything to do with Polly? Is there any info anywhere?

Can someone tell me who is this?
Timosha was walking on the grass.

I came across a post like this in a Telegram channel; it looks like either a little manul without a tail, or it’s lying on its side. I got really curious + photos from 2006
I'm going to be missing for a while, possibly detained. I can't stand by and do nothing.
Recently, I have gotten news that an AI data center will be built in my county, which already has terrible air quality and droughts, theres a heatwave here too! OVER 100° FAHRENHEIT|~38° CELSIUS. An AI data center will only worsen those conditions. It will raise up the prices and ruin our water, and I already live in a low income neighborhood. I will try to resolve this peacefully, contacting officials and more.
this is my last post until then, no updates until the project is cancelled.
Here's my last piece of artwork.

I'm sorry this is a drastic change, but I can't calm down without writing about it, hopefully the power of my community can save us.
I’ve been interested in this question ever since I started getting interested in manuls.
What, how, and why???

Mini B has his official name now. There was a voting about his name, and most of the people voted for Borisz. But because the Budapest Zoo already had a manul with this name (Borisz lived with us between 2013 and 2018), the little boy received the name Borisz II. (I might will buy a little crown for him 😁)
So, let me introduce you His Little Majesty with his beautiful different coloured, healed eyes:
Borisz II. 🎉🎉🎉

Tashi yay!
This spring, wonderful Snezhana the Pallas's cat became a mother for the first time, welcoming three sweet little floofs. And despite her injured paw, she is doing an amazing job in her new role!
Summer, carefree kittenhood, joyful games with siblings, tiny but incredibly important discoveries, and the gentlest, most caring mom in the world always by your side — this is what the happiest time of manul life looks like! 💕
We invite you to immerse yourself in an atmosphere of pure childhood happiness and spend a few minutes in the company of the little manul kittens and their mamanul!
Watch our new video on our YouTube channel! 🙌🏻
There’s the NHK TV series named “Darwin Has Come”.
They announced they made the film version and wild manuls appear along with other wild cats! It will be released this October.

Timoshenka sniffed a blade of grass.
Friends, we’d like to draw your attention to the fact that today each minul from Port Lympne has received its own “passport,” as well as a personal photo and video gallery on the website. All the photos have already been identified and assigned to the individual galleries of each kitten.

I went to the zoo. I thought I’d look at the animals and go home. But I came away feeling as if I had left a piece of myself there. Because of one manul.
To be honest, at first he seemed perfectly ordinary. Small, fluffy, sitting on a rock as if he didn’t care about people at all. Around him, more "spectacular" predators were running about: tigers, lions, lynxes. And for some reason I kept looking at him more and more.
A manul doesn’t try to be liked. He doesn’t pose. He doesn’t beg for attention. He behaves as if humanity exists somewhere far away and has absolutely nothing to do with him. And there is something incredibly powerful in that.
He has the funniest face I’ve ever seen. Permanently displeased. As if he woke up five minutes ago and is already tired of everything going on. And those eyes... round, alert, alive. Not angry. More cautious, really. As if every second he is assessing the world and deciding: "Is it even worth getting involved?"
And his fur... You can’t tell from photos. He looks like just a fluffy cat. No. He’s a real ball of the thickest fur. It seems that if the wind blows, he won’t freeze even where people wouldn’t survive an hour. So dense that you want to reach out and touch it... though you understand: better not.
Manuls are amazing in general. They don’t run around for no reason. They don’t fuss. They don’t make unnecessary movements. They sit, watch, and sometimes lazily move their paws. And you get the feeling that they’re the ones who found the right pace for life, while the rest of us are all rushing somewhere far too much.
What really got me was the way he yawned.
A perfectly ordinary yawn. But so slow, so sincere, as if he said with his whole being:
"Your deadlines, traffic jams, loans, and the news... that’s all very interesting, of course. But I think I’ll sleep a little longer."
And you simply can’t help smiling.
I caught myself standing by his enclosure for about twenty minutes. People came, took photos, and moved on. But I kept watching. Because every time he did something new: tilt his head a little, squint, place a paw in a funny way, ruffle his fur, look straight at you as if he knew more about you than you’d like.
There are beautiful animals.
There are majestic ones.
There are intelligent ones.
And then there is the manul, somehow... real.
Without any desire to please. Without theater. Without showiness.
He simply lives the way he thinks is right.
Perhaps that is exactly why he is so easy to grow attached to.
I went home with my phone stuffed full of photos of the same fluffy grump. And a couple of hours later I caught myself reading articles about him, watching videos, finding out where else I could see manuls.
A strange thing.
Sometimes one look into those round, attentive eyes is enough to unexpectedly find your favorite animal. And then for a long time you keep catching yourself thinking: "I wonder how that fluffy, grumpy philosopher is doing now?"
P.S.: The author of this wonderful note allowed me to copy their text and post it here anonymously. They offered to provide the photos themselves. But I don’t have anything suitable. Maybe Roman will find what’s needed in his archive.
With love for manul kittens, Lena ❤️

(I got to know these cuties through this manul, but I never found out who he is)
