I have been emailing back and forth with a reader named Susan who lost her beloved dog Belle a couple of months ago. I enjoy conversing with her. We share our grief over Belle and Abi.
Last week she sent me a gift certificate to Hobby Lobby. This is what I got with my gift certificate. A floral painting.
It does not have glass. That seems to be a trend now. To create a painting on top of what appears to be a chalkboard background.
I loved the simplicity and colors of the painting, so it came home with me and I hung it in my bedroom.
Here is the sedum autumn joy plant this morning. It’s starting to look a bit faded now. Its season is almost over.
Same for the morning glories. The flowers were all over the fence. Now there are only a few here and there.
And of course I have new Ivy photos for you.
She is a bundle of energy and fun. And a source of endless entertainment for Charlie and me.
I love this photo because she looks so clear eyed and intent. She’s obviously concentrating on something, perhaps me with the camera.
I couldn’t get her to eat in the closet. Probably because that’s where her litter box is. So she’s now eating on my table, where I can keep Charlie out of her food.
I think I’m going to try to find another table to put here, and then put this table in the bedroom and feed her there. After all, I only spent $10 on this table, so I don’t mind giving it to Ivy.
Maybe I can find one that will seat four people. When Andrew is here, we bring in one of the outdoor wicker chairs for him to sit on. But the opening in the table horizontally is only 17 inches.
I can’t find a chair that will fit that opening. And the red chairs are too big for it as well.
So if I could find a dining table/chairs to seat four, then my daughter, son-in-law, Andrew and I could all sit in the same space. As it is I eat in the living room when the three of them are here.
But it’s usually just Andrew, my daughter and I eating together, and then space is not quite so tight. We tried Andrew sitting in the rolling desk chair, but it kept rolling out from under him because his feet don’t touch the floor.
Ivy has discovered my various stacks of quilts. I think of this photo as “Ivy: Queen Of The Quilts.”
When Charlie grows tired of chasing Ivy, he takes a break and rests for awhile. I don’t know how anyone could keep up with Ivy.
She’s been playing all morning with a small plastic bag she found on my desk. She’s carried it all over the apartment, does flips with it in her paws or mouth, and raises straight up in the air with it in her mouth.
The bag originally had her rabies tag in it. I put her collar with the tag on her Saturday, but she went completely crazy with the collar, so I’ve taken it off for now.
She won’t have a thing to do with the pink bed I got for her. I brought the big blue car bed I got for Charlie inside, which is where he lays in the car when he goes with me, and it’s more plush than this bed you see her on.
But she shows no signs of getting in it.
I guess they’ll have to share this one. Charlie seems to be a bit afraid to get back on his bed with her, but I just pick him up and put him there. I don’t want little Ivy taking over Charlie’s bed.
But then, as they say: “A cat is a cat, and that is that.” In other words, I don’t think there’s any reasoning with a cat.
She is sleeping more during the day. At night she may scurry under the covers with me, or sleep next to me or in the middle of the bed. Charlie prefers the end of the bed.
Sometimes she wakes me up to pet her during the night. I’ll turn over but she manages to squeeze that little head of hers into the smallest of places, so there’s no denying her.
She’s a very smart cat. She has figured out that when I go in the kitchen and start fixing Charlie’s daily boiled egg that it is time to eat.
She gets on the table right in front of her bowl and stares at me until I give her a bit of her wet food. All during the day she crunches on the hard food. I don’t fill the bowl, just give her a bit at a time.
I’m researching cat food, but for now she’ll eat what I already purchased.
How much should a cat her age be eating? I don’t want to overfeed or underfeed her. She likes to munch on her hard food here and there all day.
Well, I’m off soon to get an MRI of my neck.