Princess Ivy is a bit of a recluse. You see the other cats are mere commoners and are beneath her. She's a snot in the nicest possible way. She loves her humans, but is not particularly bonded to the other cats.

She hangs out under the table. If you ever eat a meal at our house, you must be on alert for tiny grey paws reaching up from under the table. She likes to feel around until she grabs something off your plate!

She is truly a princess! She is regal, calm and demure and the cleanest cat you've ever seen! We can keep Ivy busy for hours just by tapping her front paws--human germs must be washed immediately. When she's done cleaning herself, she moves on to us. She grooms my hands frequently and occasionally I am awoken by little sandpaper kisses as she cleans my face!

Princesses always get the best sunbeams.

She's a very good supervisor

She monitors my computer use.

And makes sure the dishwasher is unloaded promptly!

And makes sure the cupboards are properly organized!

Ivy is also a shelter cat. She was born at the shelter to a stray momma. Adopted at 8 weeks and returned a year later. The couple who originally adopted her was breaking up. The woman had left and the man didn't want her **&$^^@%%$ cat in his words! I used to think that was pretty horrid of him, but there are much worse things he could have done to Ivy. At least he brought her back to the shelter, unharmed, where she had a chance to find a new life. His loss is my gain--she's a little doll. Since Dominique died, Ivy has taken over many of her roles--including pillow sharing with me every night, drinking from the dogs' dishes, (although Ivy drinks by daintly dipping her paw in the water). She sleeps under the covers every night with her little head on my pillow, just like Dom used to. Ivy sometimes stretches her paw out and sleeps with her little paw resting on my cheek, especially if she thinks I'm upset. She's very sweet.

I will try to remember to show them off more often!