I’ve never figured out just what it is with cats and boxes. They love them. They will abandon any toy when they hear someone throw a box to the floor.
Ivy is a perfect example.
She runs across the floor and makes a dive into the box, then scoots down where only her eyes and ears can be seen, as though she’s in a stealth operation down in a bunker attempting to locate the enemy.
She takes her toys into the box, then takes them out again. Such repetition makes me wonder what on earth the purpose is. But Ivy knows.
Yesterday it finally occurred to me that this might be her utter fascination with the bath tub. Really, it’s just one big box. Permanently there, never taken down to the trash. Ivy’s white porcelain box.
Cats amaze me the way they play with things. You can give her a toy and she abandons it for a piece of fuzz on the floor.
She hasn’t shown much interest in the LED rolling ball I got for her. She watches it warily, as if it might blow up or attack her.
I keep waiting for her to leap up and grab it, but that hasn’t happened yet. She skirts the perimeter of the room and keeps her distance.
Then after cavorting about she takes a nap. I mean she stretches that long body of hers out and she enjoys herself a good nap. Just look at her above.
I wish I could sleep that easily and that deeply. One minute she’s running around and the next she’s snoozing.
Ivy has been here with us a year now. She came to live here last October. I had no idea how having a cat become part of our little family would affect Charlie. It seems very little.
He doesn’t pay much attention to her. Except when she gets too close or dares to touch him with a paw. Then he snaps at her. She does not get star treatment with him. She is just part of the landscape.
Now it’s kind of hard to imagine life without Ivy.
She surprises me with her acrobatics and antics daily. Like when she is still one moment, then her body goes straight up like a rocket. I still can’t figure out how cats do that.
Or when she runs through the apartment like the devil is chasing her. I wonder what a cat devil would look like?
Ivy is a bucket of fun and laughs. She has brightened our lives and I have formed a deep love for her.
You don’t need to watch TV when Ivy is jazzed up and acting like she’s got a wild hair up her you know what.
And when it’s mealtime she goes into the kitchen and winds around my legs with her soft spotted body until I start walking with the bowl to her table in the bedroom. Then she runs ahead leading the way and then sits waiting for you to serve her.
Well, Charlie and I are off to acupuncture. I just wonder what Ivy does in an empty apartment?