I have a square of paper towel folded into fourths and laid underneath the small crock that holds the ends of the hoses to my washer.
This way if there is any water left in the hoses, it will soak it up.
First She Attacks A Paper Towel Under A Crock:
Since my washer is not hooked into the wall, I have to put one hose into the sink to let water drain out. And the other one is hooked to the faucet to bring water to the washer.
Ivy has not ever bothered this square of paper towel, which sticks out not more than an inch or so. But last night she had a big time shredding it.
I walked into the kitchen this morning and it looked like someone had had a birthday party and threw confetti into the air.
So, cursing under my breath, I get that cleaned up and she’s into something else.
I was particularly aggravated because yesterday I finally got my apartment cleaned.
Instead of the hour or so it usually takes me, it took me all day. Because I had to take frequent breaks.
Little Plants From The Nursery Are Next:
My four little plants I got from the nursery have not been repotted from their 3 inch plastic pots yet. If I’d been paying attention I would have put them outside on the patio yesterday when the weather was so nice.
Today it is raining and about to get colder. I knew the little plants needed better light until I could pot them. So I put them on the kitchen table.
Here is a photo of the first white bloom on the Christmas cactus. (Or Thanksgiving or Easter or whatever kind of cactus it actually is.)
Sorry about the dimness. No sunshine right now.
I turned my back and within 2 minutes she was digging in the plant dirt. She NEVER digs into the soil of my other plants!
I grabbed the first thing that was handy. And that was a sock. I swiped her with one end of it.
She took off with her “mad” cat look. Her ears turn back funny and that tail of hers is held high in the air.
(Here’s my sweet Charlie. He never gets into trouble.)
I told Ivy that we were about to go round and round. That’s something my granny used to say when she was irritated with someone.
I don’t know where Ivy is, but now I don’t see her. She is not in the least bit afraid of me. Because she knows full well what a pushover I am.
She’s probably deep into another mess I will have to clean up.
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