I did not realize when I brought Ivy home that I was also getting an alarm clock thrown in for free. I don’t recall any of my other cats waking me up in the morning.
But Ivy, of course, is her own unique little self. With her own individual foibles and idiosyncrasies.
This morning I slept a bit late (I had such strange dreams) and woke to Ivy leaned over me meowing. I knew she would not likely let up so I got out of bed and went about my morning chores.
I fed her. But it seemed that is not what she wanted.
She didn’t go near her food bowl after I put food in it. Finally I figured out what she wanted. She had put her spring toy in the pet water bowl, and she will not play with it once it’s wet.
So I keep a few on the kitchen counter to dry out to give to her. Yep, that was it.
She took off with it racing about the apartment batting at it.
Why does she put her toys in the water bowl if she then won’t have a thing to do with them?
Oh, Ivy…you just keep me guessing and on my toes.
Cats are so perplexing. Dogs are pretty easy to figure out.
Every evening when I’m in bed reading, Ivy gets on the bed and flops over. She wants me to rub her tummy.
But when I’m rubbing it, her tail thumps back and form like a metronome. And suddenly she might grab on to my arm and bite me. That little stinker.
This morning I saw her chewing on the edge of the bathroom door. Surely she’s through with teething. She’s seven months old.
Every morning she’s a burst of feline energy. When I see Ivy’s eyes widening and becoming fixated, I know she is about to pounce. On whatever imaginary thing she is seeing.
Charlie follows me everywhere. Ivy sits in the tub with her eyes widening and then will jump over him and take off running like the devil is chasing her.
I can hear her now playing with a toy over by her cat tree. Sometimes she will climb up it. But mostly she likes to play below. I will find her sleeping at the bottom on the carpet sometimes.
Within the next twenty minutes she will be meowing at me for her lunch.
This morning Charlie is not feeling well. He had diarrhea last night, which always scares me as that can quickly lead to pancreatitis. So I’ve given him additional medication with his other morning meds and he is sitting next to me.
Ivy is wildly careening around corners with her spring toy. Before long it will end up in the water bowl. She is making this strange crying sound. Sounds like she’s in a well.
I’m so thankful for all your suggestions yesterday. For helping me to navigate these uncharted waters.
Thanks to a kind reader who had an Ancestry account, it was learned that we did indeed get married in Gainesville, Texas, but lived in Oklahoma. I do not remember why we did this.
This morning I called the courthouse there and they found the marriage license. I paid the required $12 over the phone and they are sending the document to me.
Now I guess the next thing to acquire is the death certificate. I wonder how long after someone dies that that gets done?
It is a bit dreary outside. Overcast and in the twenties. I have no plans to go out. Last time I went out a few days ago I took Charlie with me. He has his own comfy dog bed in the passenger seat.
This past week I’ve been somewhat emotional and out of sorts. I’ve cried more for Abi.
The injection has not helped much with the pain, and that is a disappointment.
My mind is filled with all the things I need to get done, and then there’s my yearly taxes to pay. I usually pay them in January but I may have to wait a little bit longer to see how things go.
I’m so looking forward to spring. I will be able to get outside and be among my flower pots and trim back what needs to be trimmed. Watch the birds gather twigs for their nests.
Being outside with the sun shining on my head always helps my mood. Being in my garden space has always given me such pleasure.
Just a few more months, I keep telling myself.