The sun is shining this morning. There is scarcely a breeze at all. I have cleaned the litter box, taken it down to the trash and finished my morning chores.
I’ve taken to cleaning out the litter box twice per day. Ivy seems to be particularly “stinky.” I think because she eats like she’s starved.
And I suppose she eats like she’s starved because she is a whirlwind of movement most of the time. Right now she has settled onto the pet bed on the couch next to Charlie and is sleeping.
I look at these quiet moments as her saving up her energy for another round. My sweet Ivy. She looks so innocent.
She’s already knocked the faux plants off the coffee table. And right after I picked them up off the floor.
Then she sat on the coffee table while I ate my oatmeal at the table and half-heartedly chewed at the plastic leaves.
I think she likes to test me to see what she can get away with. She’s one mischievous little girl, my Ivy is.
Charlie will often sound the alarm from his spot on the couch. He knows that Ivy gets into trouble pretty often, so he keeps an eye on her.
See, he’s trying to get my attention from my seat at the dining room table.
If I don’t immediately respond, he sits up and tries even harder to get my attention.
“Mom, Mom!” Charlie seems to be saying. “Look at Ivy! Mom, Ivy is into something!”
I’ll scold her. “Ivy, stop that!”
And she will look up at me to see how serious I am.
Will I get up and move her? Or can she chew on the leaves a bit longer before I get up?
Finally I get up and put her on the floor. Off she goes to the bedroom to eat her food.
Last night we were in bed where I was reading. Charlie was sleeping at the foot of the bed as usual.
Ivy came up to me to be petted. Then she went over and plopped down next to Charlie. He won’t move unless she starts pestering him.
Seconds later she reached out with her paw and touched him. He snapped at her.
Ivy bobs her head back and looks at him as if to say: “What’s got your boxers in a bunch?”
“Ivy,” I’ll say, “I told you to leave him alone.”
I will move her next to me, but that doesn’t last long. She is seemingly impervious to being admonished.
Before long she puts her paw on him again. I don’t know why she does this. He snaps at her again and I pick her up and move her.
Why can’t she just be next to him but leave him alone?
It’s like the kids when they were young and in the backseat of the car. “Mom, she touched me!”
Ivy’s nap was short-lived. Now she’s into something in the corner of the living room. Now I truly understand why they call naps “cat naps.”
Yesterday my neighbor two doors down appeared at the door. The mail man had mistakenly put some of my mail in her box. She came in and we talked a bit.
Suddenly there was this big black water bug on the wall. Where on earth do these things get in? Is it when I open the window a bit, as I did yesterday, to let some fresh air in? These windows are pitiful and the screens are worse.
This neighbor has told me that she is terrified of bugs, so of course I was even more alarmed. The neighbor steps back.
I tell her Ivy is my pest control and Ivy will get it. “Ivy,” I say, “Go get that bug.”
Ivy just stares at me. Where is the fierce lioness that goes after every bug???
I’m a bit embarrassed. This woman is as scared of bugs as I am of mice. Here I’ve told her how Ivy goes to war with every bug and Ivy is just sitting there.
I get up and get my yard stick and bat at it. The noise of the yard sticks scares Ivy and she runs and jumps in the bath tub.
Shortly after that the woman leaves. I can’t blame her. There’s a big bug that I can’t seem to catch and Ivy is doing absolutely nothing. I was shocked.
Then this morning I get up and find the bug dead on its back in the living room, almost in one piece. But not quite.
Now why couldn’t she have done that yesterday when I boasted about her?
Well, Nathan is here to do a little work. He has to go back home soon to babysit his boys while his wife goes to work, so I’d better go.
He just went outside to get his drill and I can hear Ivy into something in the kitchen. He must have left something out.
You quickly learn not to leave anything out around here. Because Ivy checks out everything.