If Lacey is lace, this cat is a cinder block.
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. Manx sprinted laps around the living room, occasionally leaping toward the fridge to tap her tail. She hissed. He wiggled his nub. No progress.
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.
If Lacey is lace, this cat is a cinder block.
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 and manx
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. If Lacey is lace, this cat is a cinder block
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. If Lacey is lace