This morning I was rushing around to go get my hair cut and decided to take the trash out, since I walk it to the other corner.
I reached into the refrigerator to get a glass bowl of three bean salad to throw away and hit my elbow on the wall. The glass bowl fell and broke all over the place. Three bean salad mixed with glass.
I kept telling Charlie and Ivy to get out of the way while I cleaned it up. Of course they were curious.
Yesterday I was sitting here in my chair with Charlie and happened to look up from my laptop. And there was Ivy on the dining table on her back staring at the ceiling.
Sometimes I just don’t know what to think about Ivy. She doesn’t act like any cat I’ve ever lived with. She’s smart. I’ll give her that. She’s unusual. And she’s certainly full of personality.
And sometimes she seems like she might just have been dropped down from outer space or something, such is her odd behavior.
If there’s paper where she can get to it, look out. She sat right next to me on the table and ripped up paper from a notebook. I didn’t really care because it was just paper. And I thought: Well, if it entertains her. Let her rip.
She doesn’t chew or eat the paper. She just wants to shred it. Slowly. She seems to like the sound of it ripping.
Ivy sits between the plastic liner and the shower curtain while I shower. She watches me, waiting until I get out and leave her a little stream of water to drink.
Why do animals like to drink from streaming water rather than lap it from a bowl? Do they feel like it’s safest when it’s streaming do you think?
Charlie is just a normal dog I would say. He loves to ride in the car and I take him with me any time I can. He sits in his dog bed that is in the passenger seat and is good as can be, staring out the window.
I don’t think he sees very good. I can point a dog in another car out to him and he never sees it. I’ve had dogs that would go into conniptions if I so much as uttered the word “dog.”
Charlie just sits complacently, happy because he’s going with mama in the car.
For a special treat if it isn’t hot or cold I’ll let him sit in my lap and open the window so he can feel the breeze against his face. Of course I’m holding onto him.
Ivy jumps over Charlie while he’s walking. She will hover on the other side of a door and wait for him to come walking down the hall. Then she will leap out at him. He just ignores her unless she really invades his space.
Right now she’s got the soft envelope holder that I put my computer glasses in and she’s tossing it into the air. She loves to bat things around.
Cats can be spooky creatures. Sometimes they act like they hear something we can’t hear. And maybe they do.
Maybe some spirit cat told Ivy to lie on her back on the table and stare at the ceiling. I’m sure there was a spot or shadow there that she was laser focused on.
Ivy listens to sounds. Like that of an air conditioner or something that has a motor or a hum. She will put her head close to it and turn it from side to side in consternation.
I guess she’s wondering what is inside that makes the sound. Whether it’s something she might get to chase should it come out.
Oh, that Ivy Lou is surely something.
I’m a bit strange myself. So maybe we’re a perfect match.