This morning I woke up to Ivy meowing at me. I knew what she wanted, so I got up and put a little food in her bowl. I’m not giving her much at a time now because I don’t want her to get too fat.
I give her probably the equivalent of a tablespoon of dry food.
I laid back down and before I knew it she was meowing again. I raised my head and there she was standing in the doorway of the bathroom.
I knew what she wanted again. She wanted me to turn the water in the bathtub on to a trickle so she could drink it.
Now I change their water probably five times per day to keep it clean and fresh. But Ivy has decided she prefers the trickling water in the bathtub.
She will sit in the tub and watch me turn the handle until the water is coming out in a fine stream. When it pleases her she will hop up to the side of the bathtub and drink from it.
And I thought cats were supposed to be independent creatures.
She wasn’t finished with me. Now she wanted me to get up and prepare their morning breakfast. Charlie now gets half an egg because both times I’ve had a Shipt delivery they cannot find eggs.
And Ivy gets about a tablespoon of gravy style cat food. She won’t eat anything else but gravy style. She’s quite the picky puss.
Ivy reminds me of Abi, who will be gone two years next month. Ivy loves the spotlight.
When I pick up the camera to take a photo of her on the couch, she will often roll around and spread herself out even more when she sees me aiming it at her. She is quite the actress.
Charlie, on the other hand, avoids the camera. He will look down if he catches me picking it up. It’s hard to get a clear photo of him.
What would I do without these two munchkins?
Ivy is now asleep on the couch. She plays all night and sleeps much of the day. Charlie is of course on the left side of my leg on the recliner.
The only time I go out really is to take him to his acupuncture appointment, which will be tomorrow. They are taking every precaution there. I pull up and one of the techs walks over to my car with a mask on and takes Charlie inside.
When his treatment is finished they call me to pick him up, same thing. They bring him to my car.
It really seems to help him, so I will keep doing it.
That’s just what a mama does.