But then came Lacey. And then came Manx.
From day one, Lacey made her rules clear. lacey and manx
By: The Reluctant Cat Lady
She does not "meow." She trills . It is a polite, questioning chirp that translates roughly to, "Excuse me, human, but my salmon pâté is slightly below room temperature." But then came Lacey
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. questioning chirp that translates roughly to
You get mornings where the delicate calico grooms the tailless terror. You get evenings where the tailless terror chases the delicate calico up the cat tree, only to get swatted on the nose.