Last night I not only was dreaming in color, I was also dreaming about color. I was choosing colors for something. I don’t recall what it was. But it was first and forefront in my thoughts when I woke up.
I also remember dreaming about being in a car that was going too fast and veering out of control. I took the chance of opening the passenger door and jumping out. I was not hurt in the dream.
So dreaming in color and jumping out of cars. Hm. Well then.
I’ve given Charlie his meds, had my cereal and coffee, and am sitting here in the semi dark. It is very overcast outside.
The only bright lights are the Christmas tree. Thank goodness it’s still in one piece.
Oh my word, Ivy got my window blind cords in a fix yesterday. I have three window treatments on the living room window. The mini blinds came with the apartment. The bamboo shade is over that. And then the curtains that I never close is over that shade.
I spent a long time trying to untangle them and never did manage to. Not only that but she entangled the string that holds a toy from her cat tree in with them.
She loves to look out the window. So I had put her cat tree up on the little table by the living room chair. But I’m coming to the realization that Ivy may be getting too big for this cat tree.
It may be time for a bigger and sturdier one.
You may recall my saying recently that I did not want to be one of those people who get big honkin’ cat trees that take up a lot of space.
Every time she makes a big noise on the cat tree knocking it around Charlie is on his feet barking at her.
The Cat Tree:
She knocked the darned thing into the window yesterday and I thought she would break it. I have to move it yet again. And I can’t figure out a good place to put it where it doesn’t get knocked into windows. Because the whole idea is to let her look outside.
She loves that thing. Once I brought it into the living room where I am much of the time, she plays on it a lot.
When she’s not knocking it over, that is.
You know I’ll probably end up being one of those old women with a bunch of cats. Well, not a bunch. I can only have two pets. I know many people around here don’t follow that rule. But I’m a real stickler for rules.
Okay, now you can see her interest in the Christmas tree. Ivy Lou, don’t even think about it!
Well, I guess her making noise on that thing keeps Charlie entertained anyway. If there’s a big noise Charlie is up and barking about it.
You can be sure Ivy has her eye on a bird out there among the dead plants. My poor ugly dead plants!
Right where you see Ivy is/was the beautiful purple sweet potato vine that grew like crazy all summer. Now it looks terrible.
The Pet Bosses:
About 11 a.m. Ivy will start walking across me meowing. It means she wants her soft food. I feed it to her twice per day and dry food in between. She seems to know what time it is.
She will continue aggravating me till I get up and go in the kitchen and start preparing it. Once she sees I have it ready she will run back to the bedroom and jump up on the yellow table. Because that’s where she gets fed.
Then around 3 p.m. Charlie will start fussing at me about his egg. It’s now 2 eggs because Ivy can lap it up faster than he can with no teeth. I hold her away for a bit so he can eat the bulk of it. But she’s rather headstrong about that egg.
Digging For Treasure:
This morning she had once again lost one of those spring toys under the chest of drawers I have my small TV on in the bedroom. I spend a good amount of time trying to get her toys out of nooks and crannies for her.
I got my yard stick and swished it around under there. Out came two springy cat toys, a toilet paper roll, a Christmas tree ornament, and fuzz.
My days are dictated by a dog and a cat. They direct me and I do their bidding.
I’m surprised I don’t dream about pet food.
Good Lord, Ivy is over there tangling up the window cords again. I’ll never get them untangled.