Lacey retreated to the top of the refrigerator. Manx sprinted laps around the living room, occasionally leaping toward the fridge to tap her tail. She hissed. He wiggled his nub. No progress.
But then came Lacey. And then came Manx. lacey and manx
taught me that softness is not weakness. She demands respect for her space, her silence, and her standards. She is the boundary I never knew I needed. Lacey retreated to the top of the refrigerator
If Lacey is lace, this cat is a cinder block. lacey and manx
He was a chunky, round-bodied grey kitten with a fluffy nub where his tail should have been. A true Manx. And he had the personality of a rugby player who just drank an espresso.