Ivy has this thing about shoes.
Remember that first night when she stuffed a dead cricket into the toes of my house slippers and I got up in the middle of the night and put them on?
That was not pleasant.
Last night in the wee dark hours I got up and put one shoe on to let Charlie out. I used my other foot to feel around the floor to find the other. Finally I turned the light on.
She had put the other shoe under the bed in the middle where I couldn’t get it.
This morning when I got up I got my yard stick to ferret it out. But Ivy had already pushed it out the other side, so I got lucky and didn’t have to get down on the hard floor.
She puts things in shoes. She plays with shoes. She takes my shoes and adds a toy to the mix and plays with them both, rolling around the floor.
What is this thing with Ivy and shoes?
After I wake up in the morning and I’m stretching in bed about to get up, Ivy typically plays on her cat tree by the bedroom window. She flips and she flops and she turns upside down.
Sometimes she looks to be hanging by a thread with one paw and I fear she will fall and hurt herself.
But then, don’t they say cats always land on their feet?
I sure hope so. She’s already goofy enough. I don’t want her brain addled as well.
Then I finally get myself up and get the yoga mat out of the closet and get down on the floor for some morning stretches. It always makes my back feel better for the rest of the day.
Ivy decides she will stretch with me on the mat. But her stretching entails sinking her mighty sharp claws into my feet.
Then we all head to the kitchen, where I proceed to change their water and nuke myself a bowl of oatmeal. While it’s in the microwave I brew my one cup of daily coffee.
Ivy was in the hall playing with a toy when I sat down with my coffee.
She was not watching when I surreptitiously slipped my paper towel down the side of the couch cushion. Which I like to have handy in case I spill some coffee.
I’ll be darned if soon after that she jumped up here and dug the paper towel out and ran off with it. She did not see me put it there. So how did she know?
Do cats have eyes in the back of their heads?
She rips at it awhile and then prances across the floor with it likes she’s the queen of Bounty paper towels.
She looks downright proud of herself.
Charlie is next to me on the pet bed and looking down at Ivy ripping up the paper towel. He seems to know she isn’t supposed to be doing this. So he started growling at her.
When she wouldn’t stop tearing it up, he began barking at her, as though that would put a stop to this silliness.
Now he’s back to growling at her.
And guess what?
Ivy’s now trying to stuff the paper towel into my sneaker.