You all know that flies and flying insects are the bane of our existence around here.
Charlie is terrified when one is flying around inside. Typically he huddles underneath a blanket until I’ve zapped it.
So yesterday afternoon there was a fly. That caught the eye of Miss Ivy Lou.
It flew to the living room window and buzzed around inside the brown shade.
She was in that window in a heartbeat.
Flying bugs, crawling bugs, hopping bugs. It doesn’t matter. Ivy is an equal opportunity bug assassin.
Charlie jumped to the floor and became her cheerleader. He came up off his front feet and bucked like a horse.
No way would he go near that fly. But watching Ivy doing it was pure gold.
He barked. He whined. He growled. I haven’t seen him so excited since he last chased a squirrel out on the patio.
Ivy began to climb straight up. She hooked her front paws to the top of the bottom window and started batting with her other paw at the fly.
Charlie was beside himself.
What better entertainment for a dog deathly afraid of flying insects than a cat going at it with everything she’s got.
Go Ivy Lou!
Ivy ignored all the noise. She concentrated on the fly.
I had to go to the kitchen where I was making my lunch. I came back into the living room to see Ivy chewing something.
Guess she got it.
The excitement was over. For now anyway. It was time to rest up for the next bug challenge.
How dare that fly enter Ivy’s territory, I can almost see her thinking.
The queen had spoken. And also swallowed.
I didn’t have to rush about with the bug zapper trying to get the fly while a cowering Charlie trembled under a blanket.
It was quite a show. Our Ivy saved the day.
The clever cat eats cheese and breathes down rat holes with baited breath. – W. C. Fields