Do you need a break? From what?
I adopted Lily this summer two weeks before I broke my ankle. I also adopted Remy. Remy has grown into a big, black cat who loves to lay with her head in my lap.
Lily is a tiny cat. They were both born around the same time. And as calm and relaxed as Remy is, Lily is the total opposite. She races through the house. Lily jumps long distances knocking things over. She climbs my drapes and even pulled the rod apart.
I love her. I’d just like a break from the constant concern that I will come home after work and something valuable will be broken.
My life on an unexpected path 