I got out early this morning to get a few groceries. It’s cold, supposed to freeze tonight, so I’m preparing for a weekend to snuggle in with my babies.
Charlie seems to be doing a bit better. I’m staying on top of his medication schedule and making sure he swallows it.
A friend in North Carolina told me to get all the scented products out of my apartment, which she had to do for her dog. So yesterday I put all the candles away. I put the small ones in zip lock bags and put them all in the closet for now.
I had to buy a regular mop this morning because the Swiffer solution is scented. I just ordered and received in the past two weeks Mrs. Meyer’s detergent and fabric softener. So I’ll go easy on using those when I do laundry.
Does this look like a happy, comfy, sleeping cat? She loves this stack of quilts next to my bed.
I am typically awakened each morning by a knobby little head kneading up against me. If I’m cold and have the blanket over my head, she will stick her head under the covers and let me know it’s time to get up. And to refill her bowl of food.
Sometimes I’ll hold the blanket over my head for a few more minutes of rest. But little Ivy is persistent and doesn’t take no for an answer.
This morning I laid in bed for a bit to play with her. You know how a cat will pounce on anything that moves. I put my hand under the cover and move it around to tease her. She hovers close to the bedding, her eyes wide and excited, before she jumps on the bump in the covers.
She is so funny. She also keeps bringing the plastic bags out of the closet I keep there to clean her cat box. She loves to wear the plastic bags around and play with them.
She is also still carrying around that red and white checked curtain tie. I don’t know what it is about that little piece of fabric.
She seems to have lost the pumpkin stem. So her main focus is the curtain tie.
She will carry it around with her. Then she’ll pick it up in her mouth and jump into the bathtub with it. I can’t count how many times a day I hear myself say to her: “Silly little Ivy.”
She’s growing. She’s not so little anymore actually. She’s filled out. It’s no wonder since she loves to eat. She finishes her own food and then tries to eat Charlie’s food.
I pick her up and let him eat. He only has two teeth and she has a mouthful of sharp little teeth.
I made sure to get more eggs this morning. Ivy loves the boiled egg I give Charlie once per day, so now I fix two and make sure Charlie gets his share. That egg is the highlight of his day.
I looked in the hall closet where the energy crew was working yesterday. They have sealed off and insulated a lot of the inside. I’m hoping my electric bill will benefit from all their work.
Before the owner took the management of these apartments back, we didn’t get much done. I have a feeling the management company, which has a bad reputation all over town, was taking the money and not doing any updates.
The owner lives in Dallas. How would he know?
I was told when the owner took the reins again, they came in and found 20 apartments in complete disarray and not anywhere near in any shape to rent. Plus they’d stolen the copper and such out of the apartments.
I hated that bunch. They were hateful, rude, and I think crooked as a dog’s hind leg. I’m so glad the owner fired them and took over. I think he was getting royally screwed.
Now we’re getting some updates. I’m not talking granite counter tops, which I care nothing about anyway. But things we need like insulation and the sealing of holes where heat and air was escaping.
I understand from the manager that they’re bringing in people to fix the outdoor leaky faucets that are probably keeping our water bill cost raised. They divide the cost of the water with all the residents and we pay it with our rent each month.
One more pic of Ivy Lou and I’m going to get out and walk down to the manager’s office. I’ll take Charlie with me.
Some of the women gather there and visit from time and time. And that will get me away from the computer in order to rest my hands from typing.
Plus I need to walk out in the sunshine I see outside my storm door.
If I stay here, I’ll end up checking things online. Then I’ll check something else and before long hours have passed and my hands are really sore.
Doesn’t she look sweet and innocent tucked into the couch cushion?