This is the tale of a one eyed mouse. One of several Ivy has in her toy box. However this one has been through the wringer. One eye is pulled out, as you can see.
The mouse is on the counter drying out. Because Ivy keeps drowning the poor thing in the water bowl and then placing it on the floor nearby.
I keep retrieving it and putting it on the counter to dry.
Why does Ivy want to soak her mouse toy? I will feel a bit sorry for a mouse toy, but I hate the real ones mightily.
First she put her spring toys in the water bowl. I am constantly digging them out and putting them on the counter to dry.
Ivy is growing so fast. She’s fattened up too.
I looked up photos from her first couple of weeks here. I brought her home the first week in October. Here are a couple of photos from those first days.
Below she is sleeping on the stack of quilts.
Last week I had to put some of those quilts away and find others that would fold longer to accommodate her size. Because Ivy is just about too big for her beloved quilt stack.
Ivy Is Growing Fast:
I took the next photos last night and the night before. Look at the obvious change in Ivy’s body size. She’s all stretched out in the photo below, so it’s hard to gauge.
It’s kind of hard for me to believe that in two months Ivy has grown so much. She is about 7 months old now. I wonder how big she’ll be at one year of age?
There are pieces of furniture she can no longer get under due to her size. I have to fish her toys out from under them with my yard stick.
Ivy is intrigued by the birds outside:
The yard birds now fully hold Ivy’s attention. She spends a good deal of time at the patio door or storm door keenly watching them.
When one gets close, her tail starts wagging ominously.
Yesterday she was mesmerized by whatever she saw outside. She started jumping up and down about 2 feet off the floor.
Then when I was outside with Charlie, I looked at the patio door and saw that Ivy was trying to open it. She had watched me open the door and knew what to do.
Hopefully Ivy will not figure out how to open the door. I think it’s a bit too heavy for her. But I have learned not to discount what this cat can manage to do.
Ivy & Charlie:
She and Charlie might sleep beside one another one minute. And the next he might snap at her.
Sometimes Charlie gets a wild hair and prevents her from getting on the bed. He will lay on his tummy at the end of the bed and just dare her. His little clipped tail will jiggle rapidly back and forth with excitement. Then he is just being playful I think.
Ivy usually doesn’t try to get past him when he’s acting like this. She’ll slink off and start playing with one of her toys. Or go get on her quilt stack.
These two have come to accept one another. It just depends on Charlie’s mood on whether he will be nice or snappish.
Ivy seems to have accepted me as her surrogate mother. She will come to me where I sit here on the couch and meow at me. I think sometimes she just wants to be petted. Other times she wants a meal.
It’s funny how you get to know a pet and understand without words what they’re trying to tell you.
My Sweet Little Ivy:
As she grows, Ivy’s personality becomes even more distinct. She is one nosy Nelly. (I’ve been known to call someone a “Nosy Nellie” when they’re curious.)
But I also call her my sweet little Ivy.
I still have a Christmas tree in one piece, which surprises me. One time she messed with it during the night and pulled the white netting out. But since then she has left it alone, thank goodness.
Ivy is a quick learner. Now she is more apt to mind what I say by listening to the tone of my voice.
I will now allow her on the table when I’m eating, but she isn’t to come near me where I sit by the window. Ivy will jump up in the chair at the other end and poke her head up where I can see her. She is testing me.
Then if I don’t say anything she will creep up to the table. She might take a few steps, but then she lays down. I say: “Good girl, Ivy.”
She doesn’t come near my food.
It is a truce between us. I have wisely learned to pick my battles.
One thing I do know, my heart swells with love for this silly cat. Ivy Lou keeps me highly entertained.