I am not one to give up easily...
not without a fight (so to speak- I'm really not a fighter.)
Yes, I had this great idea that I would seasonally decorate the
dining room table pig trough with things that I could harvest from outside on the farm.
So, once the Christmas greens were gone, I filled the trough
with hydrangeas that remained on the bushes, now dry and crunchy.
Apparently, dry and crunchy hydrangeas were just what Ivy was craving,
because each day (at least three times each day) she would remove the
dry blossoms and crunch them into a pile of dust.
I would then clean up the dust and rearrange the blossoms.
Over. And. Over. And. Over.
Ivy was unrelenting.
I could no longer take it.
I tossed what was left of the hydrangeas into the woods,
and filled the trough with artificial greens and carrots and bunny.
And now, Ivy has no interest in redecorating.
If she had been a dog, a sharp "no" would have put an end to the mischief.
But, alas.... cat.
If you have ever had a cat, you understand.
Independent. Focussed. Tenacious.
"I may look sweet, but if I were just a little bit bigger, I might consider eating you!"
Oh, and did I mention...