Oh Joyous Day! Last Thursday marks Ivy's one year anniversary here ar Chez-Ranger! To celebrate, we've got an Ivy Retrospective, with pics from this past year and capped by a few from the (low-key) festivities.
Here's the first picture of Ivy, taken the first time I met her. Lady Ranger had met her earlier, while Ivy was huddled under a rose-bush, shivering violently in the late-April wind. Ivy'd moved over to the ivy patch by the time I saw her, to take advantage of a stale rain water puddle on the tarp. She was obviously ill and starving, so we gave her food and clean water and took her to the vet. Our vet was sure that Ivy wouldn't make it. She was starving, sick, crawling with fleas and suffering from flea-anemia. She mamaged to pull through, though, and on May 10th of last year, she came home.
These are pics from her first day. You can see brown undercoat 'casue she'd chewed off the top-coat trying to get to the fleas. You can also see the weeping sore on her side in the next pic. She had another on the other side, too.
As she grew stronger, Ivy took up a post on our desk, looking out the study window. Was she planning her search for her old people? Was she waiting for them to come get her? Or was she just looking at the birds? She's never tried to get outside, so we assume it's the birds...
Even after Ivy'd gotten her strength back and didn't fall over as she walked, it took her a while to put some weight on. You can tell that she wasn't a tubby cat for a long time.
Ivy's been an active participant in holidays such as Halloween...
...and Christmas.
She's also been a soothing, peaceful presence in our lives, showing us how to relax and enjoy life, even when the AC has gone out in the middle of July:
As you can see, there's a bit more tummy on this kitty in July than there was in May.
We celebrated Ivy's anniversary with oone of her favorite treats: Hagen Daz Vanilla. She knows it's coming:
Here she is enjoying this rare and yummy occurance:
Finally, Ivy retires to the study to enjoy some tummy-up time with her new people. You can tell she's not starving any more.
We'll never know how she came to our yard or what happened to her old people. Wish we could at least let them know Ivy is loved and cared for. We hope she's happy enough here, and that she knows she has a home here as long as she lives. Every once in a while we think we get an answer:
Thank You.
Recent Comments