I moved the dough bowl of mini pumpkins and gourds over to the table yesterday.
My daughter and her family are coming over tomorrow for lunch. I thought it made a festive and colorful centerpiece for the dining table.
Ivy managed to get a pumpkin or gourd stem and has been batting it across the floor from one room to the next for days.
She became Ivy Lou Pruitt yesterday. Sister to Charlie Ross Pruitt. Daughter of Brenda Mae Pruitt. My middle name was for my great-grandmother, who helped raise me.
Ivy is officially part of our little family now.
I love this photo of Ivy. She looks so bright-eyed and intent. She is one mischievous cat.
I now keep the bathroom door closed because she has become fascinated with the toilet. I can put the lid down on the toilet, but she walks all over the vanity, and I don’t like cleaning up her paw prints.
I’m trying to train her to stay off of it.
Miraculously enough, I think I have her trained to stay off the dining table. I hope so anyway. I can eat there and she shows no sign of jumping up on it.
Charlie will not share a bed with Ivy. And Ivy has taken over his couch bed. So something had to be done.
I went to Petsmart yesterday and got Charlie an orthopedic mattress bed for his bad back. I put the beds side by side on the couch.
This is what it has come to, my friends. The pet beds have pretty much taken over my couch.
This is how much space I am allotted to sit on the couch. My butt will barely fit in this space.
And then there’s the fact that Charlie likes to sometimes get on the left side of me against the couch arm. So I was forced to come up with another answer.
I turned Ivy’s end bed around the other way and tucked part of it into the couch cushion. Now I have a bit more room and he can get in the tight spot that he likes when he wants.
Lawsy, the things we’ll do for our pet babies!
When I was taking this photo this morning I did not realize that the shadow of his head was so defined on the quilt.
In the mornings when I have my one cup of coffee, I like to sit on the couch. I put a folded up paper towel under the mug in case some spills over.
Ivy will watch from wherever she’s hiding, and as soon as I lift the mug to take a drink of coffee, she pounces on that paper towel.
If I don’t get it away from her she will shred it to pieces.
I have a funny story. Yesterday afternoon when I came home from Petsmart with the bed for Charlie and two little catnip filled mice for Ivy, Charlie immediately grabbed one of the mice.
He has never shown an interest in toys. I could tell he was aiming to tear it to pieces with his jaws, so I took it away from him.
Could dogs be attracted to catnip? I’ll have to look that up.
I feel bad that Charlie doesn’t play with toys and never chewed the many bones I gave him, even when he had all his teeth.
I feel like I’m not giving him something special, but there’s nothing really to give him except food and treats and a nice bed.
Oh, and love. I give Charlie lots and lots of love. And now Ivy gets her fair share of it as well.