My days with Ivy and Charlie consist much of the time of me watching Charlie watching Ivy. He just can’t figure her out.
This is Ivy’s favorite toy right now. It is the zipped package her rabies tag came in. She took the rabies tag out, which I eventually found, but has punished this poor bag since last weekend.
Ivy’s Strange Ways:
She carries it around like a prize. She tosses it into the air. She falls to the floor and kicks it with her back feet.
Cats find the oddest things to play with. And usually they aren’t actually cat toys.
This morning I put her toys in this red container. She immediately jumped in it.
Ivy tends to like to sleep on her back. I find her here and there, feet pushed against a surface, with her front paws crossed on her chest, sound asleep.
Here she is holding a toy and is staring at who knows what.
Ivy is a funny bunny. Pulling down quilts. Testing me and almost every surface in this apartment.
Yesterday when I got home from my appointment I found little cat feet imprints on my bathroom vanity.
Ivy woke me up early this morning. She gets under the covers and pats at my face so I’ll pet her. She does this off and on during the night also.
Sometimes when I’m awake I’ll see her come up under the quilt from the floor. She looks like a mole shifting forward beneath the dirt.
Ivy Likes To Look Outdoors:
Ivy stares outside a lot. I’ll see her tense and know she sees a bird or bug or something moving. She’s doing that right now and Charlie has caught on and is right there next to her, their heads inches apart, staring at whatever it is they see.
I wonder why some people live alone and choose not to have a pet. They are missing so, so much. Daily entertainment and lots of love.