All I know is what is in that post there. I think that whether he's a Manx or not, the real problem is that he can't control his defecation, which makes it very hard for him to find a home, even a foster home.
Thanks for the tip, aTailOf2Kitties, that Manx cats often have this kind of problem. I didn't realize it comes along with the breed sometimes.
I will write to the poster and suggest she find out if he is a Manx and, if so, communicate with the local Manx breeders and cat fancy. Maybe a Manx cat lover who is accustomed to such drawbacks would adopt him.
I hope somebody will take him in. If he's not a Manx or they can't find the right Manx-lover to take him in, maybe he could be a barn cat? Or live in some kind of space, an enclosed yard as suggested perhaps, where it wouldn't matter where he did his job.
May God bless you, Dave, and find you the right home!
I meant," said Ipslore bitterly, "what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?"
Death thought about it.
CATS, he said eventually. CATS ARE NICE.
-- Sir Terry Pratchett (1948—2015), Sourcery