If you had told me two years ago that I would be living in a home ruled by two felines—one who thinks she’s a porcelain doll and another who thinks he’s a rabbit—I would have laughed you out of the room. I was a "dog person." I liked my pets straightforward: walks, fetch, slobber. Cats were cryptic.
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. 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. If you had told me two years ago
Now, if you’ll excuse me, Lacey is trilling for her 10 PM treat, and Manx is trying to climb the curtains. The circus is open. Lacey retreated to the top of the refrigerator
By: The Reluctant Cat Lady
If Lacey is lace, this cat is a cinder block.
