We’ve been home about an hour and a half. Ivy meowed on the way home, and then started exploring my apartment.
I showed her her litter box, food and water, and bed. And her toys of course.
Charlie is often right behind her, begging her to pay attention to him.
She seems to think he’s a step stool and walks over him.
Please forgive the dirt in the above photo. Ivy decided to clean the dust and dirt and cobwebs out from under the yellow pantry.
She has chewed on the computer cord and my hand. Then she decided to lay on my chest while I type, so I have to type with one hand while holding her up with the other.
She has batted at the plants. I’ll have to watch that or put the plants outside.
She has typed much of this post for me and I’ve had to delete it. I have learned to quickly hit save when I see her coming or she will do all sorts of strange things to the computer as she walks across it.
She has capitalized the text, then she managed to zoom my laptop screen up to 200%.
Charlie wants so badly for her to be his friend, but he’s kind of afraid of her. He’s always been submissive toward other animals.
So we went to get her at the animal rescue thrift shop. There were four cats in one room of the house, with everything they needed.
This organization charges a little more for their rescues, but I don’t mind paying the $100 because it is quite clear that they take very good care of the pets.
A dog freely walked around the thrift shop.
The way it works, Kelly told me, is that I will have her for two weeks before I pay or finalize the adoption.
Every day I am to email her and let her know how Ivy is doing, and also send photos of her.
They want to be sure it is a good match.
She is very affectionate and sweet.
Charlie is back to trying to get her to acknowledge him. She doesn’t hiss at him or anything. I think they will be great friends. Eventually.
She has checked out everything, and I do mean everything. She first went under the bed, but Charlie followed.
Yep, the plant is going to have to go outside where she can’t go. She is chewing on the pony tail palm and we can’t have that.
She loves to be petted and loved. It took her only about 15 minutes to acclimate herself. Just an occasional meow as she moves from room to room.
Charlie finally grew weary of following her and has backed himself into his spot on the couch on the left side of me as I type. Ivy has now laid down on the right side of me. Abi’s spot.
I made up a little song with Ivy in it and sang it to her all the way home.
She is going to need a scratching post, I can see.
Now she’s in the pothos plant and knocking things around.
I just got up and took every single house plant outside. Had to nip that in the bud.
Charlie is so excited he doesn’t know what to do with himself. I really think he needed a companion.
Ivy likes his bed, as you can see.
She is now on my chest so I’ll have to fix the typos.
If I don’t immediately pet her she rubs her head against me until I do. It is clear that she has been loved and socialized.
Okay, I give up. She’s not going to let me type. She’s chewing the computer cord again. So I’m off to pay attention to my babies.