Ivy has been at the French doors, still as a statue, watching a leaf blow in the wind.
Occasionally it will be in one spot for a time, but still she keeps her eye on it to be ready when it blows again.
She’s so funny.
I was eating my oatmeal at the table when she ran to the French doors. Then she quickly backed herself into her tower as if a bit frightened.
A leaf, folks. Ivy is obsessed with the movements of a leaf. Maybe this is because she’s an indoor cat.
A month or so ago I ordered Ivy one of those flopping fish toys for cats.
She’s afraid of it. Instead of jumping on it, which is what you see the cat in the video do when they advertised it, she backs up and just stares at it.
So it just sits in her toy box.
Charlie never played with toys. But Ivy does enjoy certain ones. She has never tired of those little swirly toys. From day one she preferred those cheap little plastic toys, and she still does.
Now she wants me to throw it so she can fetch it and bring it back for me to throw again.
I’m a captive audience in the bathroom, which is where she typically brings it to me to throw.
I’ve never seen a cat curl upon herself like Ivy does when sleeping. She continues to turn inward until she is a ball of fur.
I suppose she feels safe that way.
Charlie will be going to acupuncture tomorrow morning. We were snowed in for two weeks. But we’ll get back on schedule.
Finally it looks like all the snow around me has melted. But it took two days of 60-70 degree weather to finally melt all those piles of snow.
I truly don’t know how you people in really cold regions handle piles of snow for weeks on end.
First there is the worry of slipping on the ice. Then whether the power will go out.
I take my hat off to all you folks living up north. You’re made of tougher stuff than I am.