And Manx Portable - 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.

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

If Lacey is lace, this cat is a cinder block. Lacey retreated to the top of the refrigerator

She sits on the back of the sofa, never the seat. She looks out the window not to hunt, but to judge the squirrels for their poor posture. For the first six months, Lacey was the perfect cat for a introvert. She was quiet, clean, and emotionally unavailable. I adored her. He wiggled his nub

If you are considering adding a second cat, don’t look for a clone of the one you have. Look for the one who annoys them just enough to wake them up. Look for the Manx to your Lacey. It will be loud. It will be messy. And it will be the best decision you ever made.

From day one, Lacey made her rules clear.