Life sure can change overnight. One little kitty, who, when you pick her up, seems almost weightless, has changed seemingly everything.
Charlie is no longer bored and crawling over me back and forth all day long. At least he hasn’t since she came home with us. He is following Ivy around, endlessly curious as to what she’s doing. And then he’s napping, his energy depleted.
In the photo, it seems like there should be a bubble cartoon text above Charlie’s head. He seems perplexed, as if he’s thinking: how on earth did this happen?
How is it that Ivy is sprawled out on my bed and I find myself in a little pink kitty bed?
When she grows tired of him, she doesn’t hiss or bat her paws at him.
She simply retreats to the carrier that I brought her home in. I guess I’ll just leave it in the living room for her to have a spot he can’t get into.
I don’t think I could have found a more perfect match for us. Charlie is clearly smitten.
I’ve taken so many photos of the two of them that my camera battery is now recharging.
So I’ll tell you how our first night together went.
I fed her Fancy Feast, and she nibbled at it a bit. I put her dry food and the Fancy Feast in the closet where Charlie couldn’t get to it.
She doesn’t seem to care for her dry food. But I sometimes hear her snacking on Charlie’s dry prescription digestive diet food. Strange. I wonder if that’s okay?
These two are quite the pair. She dashes around from room to room like an acrobat. Charlie trots behind her trying to keep up.
Then sometimes she is following him.
That’s the extension cable cord you see at the bottom of the door so I can have my TV across from the couch.
I’m not much of a carpenter. I just clipped it to the door with nails. I’m sure it could be done a better way. So it would look less unsightly. But this is real life. Not a magazine shoot.
I gave her some of Charlie’s toys he never deigned to play with. He just sniffs at them and walks away.
You can see in the above photo where her belly was shaved, I assume to spay her.
No babies for Ivy. She will always be the baby around here, as is my Charlie boy.
I did recall how cats love an empty box, so I saved a Chewy’s box for her. I threw an empty toilet roll in there and she bats it around.
Charlie looks at me and then at her, clearly confused about why she’s in a cardboard box. I wonder if he’s thinking: it just gets curiouser and curiouser.
So back to last night. I had supper and so did the babies and after my shower I retired to my bed to read. Charlie was laying at the end of the bed as usual, and Ivy was all over the place.
She’d walk in front of my book, paw at me to pet her, and rub against me. She is very affectionate and loving.
Then, after some time had passed and I was deep into the goings-on in my book, I realized that I hadn’t seen her in awhile. So I got up and started looking for her, calling her name.
When I couldn’t find her, I admit my heart kind of lurched. I hadn’t known Ivy for even a day and yet the thought of somehow losing her sent a shiver down my spine.
Charlie and I went from room to room, and there being only four rooms, it didn’t take long.
Normally when she hears us up and about she comes running. But no Ivy.
I turned on the lights in the living room and finally located her in the corner batting at something between the holes in the old treadle part of the sewing machine table.
I figured it was cobwebs. But she was so intent on her find. Then I saw that she had maimed a cricket and was having fun scooting it around.
Finally I turned the lights out and petted Charlie while I sang his song to him. I would have made up a song for her too if she’d settled down with us.
But she was still busy exploring.
In the middle of the night I got up to go to the bathroom. When I slipped on my house shoes, I felt something crinkly in the toe of the right shoe. It felt like a dry leaf.
I turned on the light. She had shoved a dead cricket deep into my shoe. Yuk.
During the night, she would jump up next to my head and rub and weave her body around my head, her way of begging me to pet her.
She is rarely still. She is like an undulating ocean, constantly shifting and moving.
I pet her and she purrs and stretches out her paws, flexes them. Why do they do that? I might have known at one time when I had cats, but if I did I’ve forgotten.
We got up this morning and I went about my routine. When I had my cup of coffee, I never took my hand off the handle of the mug for fear she’d sail through the air and send it flying over my laptop.
How is it that cats jump and sail through the air, and yet most of the time they land safely on a surface? I have to say it is amazing to watch.
Life with Ivy so far means finding parts of cricket carcasses here and there. A leg, a body. I think maybe the crickets are somehow coming in the window where the air conditioner is, though I’ve sealed it as best I could.
Here she is staring out the patio door at Charlie and me outdoors.
You will probably grow sick of my photos of the two of them. I can’t help but capture both their funny and quiet moments.
Life has changed for Charlie and me. Ivy has entered the equation and upended the apple cart.
She is a quirky, funny little black and white spotted cat that immediately stole our hearts.