My bedroom is shrouded in morning darkness longer, a natural occurrence this time of year. My clock on the opposite wall is in shadows until close to 8 a.m. if I happen to stay in bed that long.
But I have a couple of living alarm clocks to remind me of the time. Their names are Ivy and Gracie.
Ivy always acts as though she’s starved, even though she has dry food still in the bowl. She loves her canned gravy food I give her a tablespoon or so of twice per day.
Gracie likes it too and tries to get a bite or two of Ivy’s gravy food.
I can’t seem to find the gravy version for kittens. So Gracie is eating the kitten pate I was told she was eating when she came to live here, nearly three weeks now.
A Single Bloom:
The other day I stood at the French doors looking outside and from the corner of my right eye, I saw something white that had not been there the last time I looked.
Apparently, after I cleared out many of the vines, a white morning glory decided to show me one bloom. It must have been underneath the rest of the vines I cleared out.
I planted various colors of morning glories and none of them bloomed. This might be all I get after I got rid of so many of the heavy vines that were holding the overhanging tree hostage.
The vines had grown high up in the tree branches and held them down like a snowstorm often does. Purple morning glories could be seen near the top of the tree.
What you see next to it are offshoots of the lemon verbena that made its way over from the galvanized garden space. I’m finding a lot of that happening this year.
Zinnias are coming up in the cracks of the cement. Some actually made their way into my house plants and are already blooming.
How and when did that happen? One particular house plant I took out there just a few weeks ago when Gracie came to live with us. And now the zinnias that leaped in there are mature enough to bloom?
The kitties are playing, running back and forth. Ivy is hunched down low, ready to pounce on Gracie as soon as Gracie is in her sight.
There is some hissing going on and Ivy’s tail is thumping.
Is this normal cat play? I never know whether I should intervene or just let them be.
I now have their separate litter boxes in the same walk-in closet, but I still have them eating in separate rooms.
Gracie is a little purr machine, the opposite of Ivy. Like all cats, they have their individual personalities and habits.
My heart swells with love for both of them.
I have noticed that prices for everything have really gone up. For instance, kitty litter and cat food have skyrocketed and are sometimes hard to find. Toilet paper is very expensive again. Food as well.
I hope this resolves itself soon, as I know there are people really hurting out there.
More and more homeless are seen on the street, many times with their dogs beside them. It is enough to break your heart, knowing people don’t have a roof over their heads at night.