You know how some things just seem too good to be true? I felt that way last night.
I was reading in bed and realized I hadn’t seen Ivy in a bit. I found her in the dark living room pulling the white netting out of the beverage stand that holds my Christmas tree.
My white Christmas tree was still upright. But she had most of the netting pulled out, had the cord pulled out of the netting where I had carefully hidden it, and some of the ornaments pulled off the tree. Nothing was broken, thank goodness.
One Smart Cat:
That first night I was lucky I suppose. She left the Christmas tree alone. I thought I might get through Christmas with the tree all in one piece and hopefully nothing broken.
But there she was on the floor pulling it, so she must have stretched that long body of hers out and reached the netting with her front paws.
She is one industrious cat.
This morning I left early, went to Supercuts to have my hair cut (shaved), and then stopped at the store for a few things.
I typically get my hair cut on Mondays because the young woman I like is always working that day.
There was a woman ahead of me, probably around my age, who was also having her hair shaved. It must be a thing now. But her hair cut took longer than mine usually does.
I didn’t figure out why until mine was being cut. J, the hair stylist, said she loves to cut my hair because it all grows in one direction. And that the woman before me has hair that grows in different directions and is more problematic to cut.
Well, I guess my hair does one thing right. When I wore my hair long, it was a frizzy curly mess and you could not tame it. That’s probably why I like the easy route of having it shaved down to my head.
J (I won’t write her name because I don’t have her permission), the hair stylist is the young woman I’ve written about before. She’s on her own raising a 5 year old boy who has a lot of problems and needs lots of care.
She also said it was her 34th birthday. Oh my, she’s just a babe.
We were talking about our pets. She said she’d just acquired a third dog and has several cats as well. This dog she has kept before for the people who I guess adopted him. But he showed up on her door step and was sick. And they haven’t come looking for him.
She took him to the vet and learned that he has heart worms. I wonder if that’s why he was at her doorstep? Maybe they knew and didn’t want to deal with it.
J is such a kind soul. She doesn’t make very much money and gets no child support and can’t turn away an animal who needs her. She said it’s going to cost her $1000 to have the dog treated and she is saving her money to have it done.
I gave her double my usual tip. It isn’t all that much. I usually give her $5 and today gave her $10, which she said would go directly into the dog fund. I wish I had more to give her.
Why is it that kind people like J end up with such a load to bear but can’t stop giving? We need more people like her in the world.
Loving My Christmas Tree Lights:
I came home and plugged in my Christmas tree lights to enjoy. It’s so funny how that one little thing can brighten your whole day.
I’ve had fun with the Christmas decorating I’ve done. And I thought I had things “Ivy proofed.” But that little stinker can think up more ways to get herself in a fix.
Last night Charlie was walking down the hall and Ivy was jumping over him back and forth. Poor Charlie just keeps going as if it’s the most normal thing in the world to have a cat hop-scotching over him.
Busy Little Ivy:
Well, now she’s up on the couch next to me with her front legs around my arm as I type. When I raise my arm, I bring her up with it. She often does this when I’m reading, and gets flipped back and forth as I turn the pages.
My silly Ivy. Such a contrast to steady sweet little Charlie boy.
In a bit I’m going to take Charlie and walk down to the manager’s office. This is her first day back after her first cataract surgery last week. I want to ask how she’s doing.