It sure is cold. Brrr! Hard to believe that I was wearing shorts last week. And now I’m bundled up and trying to stay warm. Could this be the advent of winter in Tulsa?
It’s over a month before winter officially begins. But it seems to already have begun in Tulsa, Oklahoma.
There were buds all over the evergreen tree in back that were about to bloom. Usually once in the spring and again in the fall tiny white blossoms will emerge.
Oh my, what a heady perfume they release into the air! The bees usually appear lazy and drunk on the blossoms.
But it’s looking like they turned brown in the freeze. Sad, because I really wanted to see them before winter took over.
Charlie is curled up next to me on the gold blanket on the couch.
Ivy is, well, doing what Ivy is usually doing. Which is looking for something to get into.
This is the object of her affections this morning.
Fluff. Just an ordinary piece of white fluff she found somewhere. And it seems to have her spellbound for some reason.
You can give a cat every cat toy in the world. And they will focus on something extremely ordinary.
Like cotton fluff.
She stares down at it as if it might come alive at any moment and become prey to chase. And oh, how Ivy loves prey. Especially bugs.
She continues to watch it. But it isn’t giving her a whole lot of satisfaction. It’s not giving her a chance to utilize her cat-wired instincts.
I wish the heat coming through the vent above would at least blow it around a little. Give her something to chase. Because it is an ordinary morning with no bugs to kill and no more snow to watch.
Such an ordinary morning that she is fixated on a bit of fluff.
All Charlie seems to want is a soft padded bed and a blanket. He likes to watch Ivy do her stunts. But he isn’t much interested in joining her.
This morning while still in bed I watched her lie down next to him at the foot of the bed. My inner voice pleaded with her not to bother him. To just be still next to him.
But Ivy can’t be still for long. She reached out with her paw and touched him. Then he got up and moved.
Ivy looks at me as if to ask: Why won’t he play with me?
Ivy, you are a youngster and Charlie is a senior. It’s just the way the cards were dealt.
She has filled out and is getting so long! This has of course increased her reach. When she stands up on her back legs and stretches up with her front legs she can get into even more things.
Someone told me to turn the toilet paper around and hide the seam. It didn’t take Ivy long to figure that one out. She just paws at it until she gets to the seam and then goes to town.
This morning I noticed she’s working on her skating skills. She runs real fast and then slides sideways on the floor down the hall.
I tried skating and water skiing one time in my life. I was so clumsy I never could get the hang of either one.
But Ivy is an athlete. She is young and determined and curious. A winning combination.
I had one yellow rose opening up when it snowed yesterday. Now it looks sad and frozen. I tried to get a photo of it from inside, but it was just too far away and blurred. And I don’t want to go out into the cold.
It was a brave little soldier that wanted to give one last hurrah before it went dormant. But the cold and snow came in and froze the rose in the midst of opening up.
Now it will never fully bloom. It will remain fixed in time.