Routine can be comforting.
You wake up, pop open your box, slowly stretch out your (adorable, yellow-dotted) front legs, back legs, tail, head.
You soak up some rays as usual, then head out to forage up your tasty breakfast.
And so it goes, one day following another.
Until one day you start to wonder if your routine is all there is. You are staying alive, for sure, but are you really living?
There is only one way to know for sure.
What you need is a fresh new view.
Pearl, Malti, Bruce & their mama
