The song “Isn’t She Lovely” came to mind when I took this photo. Remember that old song? Written and sung by Stevie Wonder. Is he still around? What a voice.
I got up this morning and Charlie and I went outside. It was sunny and bright. Within the hour, everything got dark. Such strange weather we’re having. I had to turn the lamp on to see what I was doing. It’s still strangely dark.
A Crash In The Wee Hours:
About 4 a.m. I woke up to a crash. I got up and turned the light on. Ivy had turned over her kitty litter box. I clean it 2-3 times a day so it stays pretty clean. Just some litter on the old trunk I keep it on in the back of the closet.
I guess she was jumping out. It’s a big box, but alas she had knocked it over and scared me half to death. Probably scared herself too.
A little later I heard a noise and it sounded like it came from the bathroom. It was Ivy in the bathtub chasing her twirly plastic toy. She gets such enjoyment out of those cheap little things.
Bye Gray Mouse:
And the gray mouse has, I suppose, met its demise. Ivy eviscerated it.
Poor mouse baby. It lasted about two weeks and she played with it constantly. It’s missing a tail too. I will find it eventually. Like I do all the other things she drags off and hides.
Nathan was over here yesterday with a new phone because he changed plans and they gave him a free one. He put down the sack it was in and left the room and within seconds Ivy pounced on it.
Ivy is the nosiest creature I’ve ever seen. If she can get something in her mouth and it’s not too heavy, she will drag it off to parts unknown. You run across it by and by.
This is Ivy with her twirly toy she had in the bathtub in the wee hours. I know it is a blurry photo, but I found the elements in it interesting.
Then there’s my sweet Charlie boy. He never gets into trouble. Just stays next to me wherever I go. While Ivy runs roughshod throughout this apartment.
She loves to run underneath the curtains, jump in the windows and pounce on shadows and generally run herself silly till she finally succumbs to a nap.
I will be feeding them here shortly, and then Ivy will nap. That’s how she can stay awake all night getting into trouble.
My daughter and Andrew will be here after church. Guess I’d better get a move on. Ivy usually hides when Andrew is here. She seems to be afraid of his “little-ness.” And she probably knows she’s about met her match with him.
Five year old boys are rambunctious and busy too. They rarely sit or stop either.
Oh, and I had to move the glass jars. This morning I decided I was sick and tired of listening to her jump through the air and land on the coffee table and make them clatter together. Figured they’d break eventually.
Ivy seems to be in a jumping phase where she sees if she can jump from one thing to another. Part of her cat skills she’s honing I suppose.
So she can catch bugs and murder them. Much to Charlie boy’s endless delight.