So Ivy is spending her days with access to the rest of the house. At bed time (around 9 pm), she gets her “dinner”, and is shut in the foster room until Fred gets up around 4 and lets her out. Most mornings she checks out the downstairs for a little while, then returns upstairs and spends the majority of the day snoozing on my bed or in the foster room. There’s been very little hissing and no growling between her and the permanent residents. She keeps an eye on them when they’re in the foster room, but doesn’t seem to mind too terribly much. It’s been smooth sailing, really.
(And no – we are not keeping her. She’s adoption pending and will be going home to join former fosters d’Artagnan and Porthos after her spay surgery, which at this time is scheduled for January 17th. There will be no new fosters until after I get back from my trip in mid-January. So it’s going to be kinda quiet here for now.)
Ivy is ADOPTION PENDING! She’ll go home after she’s spayed (she’s scheduled to be spayed January 17th; we’re hoping to be able to get her in sooner) and until then she’ll hang out here with us. And yes: that was fast! Lucky girl, lucky family!
Ivy and the track ball and the rug. I mean, someone’s gotta keep that rug minding its manners.
Uncle Charlie makes himself at home. “He’s got some NERVE,” thinks Ivy. (Since Ivy is not pregnant, and she IS adoption pending – she’ll go home after she’s spayed in mid-January), we decided to let her have the run of the house during the day. Charlie thinks this is awesome, because he can hang out in the foster room!)
I’ve posted this before, but it’s too perfect not to post again – Alfie Alfredo (left) and Christopher Chutney are picture perfect. (And a reminder that you can follow them on Facebook!) Merry Christmas!
I’ve seen comments indicating that y’all think this “Ivy adoption pending” thing is a con and that I’ll be all “Surprise! We’re keeping her!”
We’re not keeping her. She’s got a wonderful family to go to once she’s spayed, which includes former fosters d’Artagnan and Porthos. She’s just getting the run of the house during the day (still stays in the foster room overnight, which she seems to prefer) because it’s easier for me, and she can come demand attention when she wants it. She still considers upstairs her safe space, and after exploring downstairs in short bursts first thing in the morning, she tends to spend her late morning and afternoon hours sleeping on my bed.
Ivy is one playful girl! (In case you missed the news: Ivy went for an ultrasound last week, and we found that she is not pregnant. She is scheduled for her spay surgery on January 17th – the soonest I could get her in – and then will go home, because she’s adoption pending. For now she gets to just hang out with us. I will not get more fosters until I’m back from my trip in mid-January.)
2020: Not inclined to roll their lazy little butts out of bed.
2019: “Why you so weird, lady?”
2018: Newt got a little hissy when Pulley got in his space.
2017: No entry.
2016: Plus one.
2015: No entry.
2014: There was a little tortie who lived in a shoe…
2013: Paulie Walnuts, all “I know you’re in there!”
2012: I had to stop talking to Stripey, I was afraid he’d roll right off the top of the bookcase.
2011: If that’s not a look o’ love, I don’t know what is!
2010: Don’t cry for him, Argentina – he’ll muddle through somehow.
2009: Snuggly Cookies.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.