I was sitting here working on my computer when I heard Ivy jump up on my desk in the dining area.
She didn’t appear to be doing anything, although occasionally I would hear the sound of paper being moved.
As long as she was just moving paper and not shredding it, that was fine. Every so often Ivy likes to take a piece of paper and r-i-p it very slowly. But I wasn’t hearing any of that.
Sometimes I would look up and she’d be looking at me through the gap on the cupboard that sits in front of my desk.
A little later I got up to fix myself supper and walked into the dining space. It looked like it had been raining rubber bands. They were everywhere.
I keep all sizes of rubber bands for use in the kitchen in a galvanized drawer that I even have trouble opening. But Ivy had managed to get it open and pull out dozens of rubber bands.
That cat is scary smart.
And after all that she needed a nap.
I realized when she was staring at me through the gap she was checking to make sure she wasn’t being detected. Because she knows I don’t want her into those rubber bands.
Ivy has a thing for rubber bands and Q-tips.
So I began to pick them up off the desk. Off the surfaces she’d tossed them on, and off the floor. She’d had a good bit of fun when I was otherwise occupied.
Ivy must have been very pleased with her big self.
And a token photo of Charlie. We are now off to his acupuncture appointment.