More Ivan!

As I'm typing this, Ivan is energetically batting "Rosie" (his toy mouse) around the living room. He's been totally manic (in "Miles" mode, for those of you who know where his name comes from) this morning. He was begging to be played with and petted, so I finally started hunting down his Feline Flyer (the ultimate cat toy--twisty feathers on a small fishing pole--sounds simple but they make it just right so the movements drive cats wild!). I couldn't find it and Ivan was driving me crazy (I can only play with and pet him so much before my sinuses really act up). The final straw was when I was typing on the computer in the living room and heard a couple of loud thumps in the kitchen. I went in and it took me a while to see where Ivan had gotten to--the top of the cabinets, only about a foot from the ceiling! I called him back down (three hops from cabinet to top of fridge to counter to floor) so I called Ken at work and quickly begged for the location. Got the flyer, and had a great time with Ivan!

Ken was calling him "Ivan the Wonderful, Czar of all the Russias" last night. He is Ivan the Wonderful, never Ivan the terrible or Ivan-you-idiot (he's waaay too smart for that--and for our peace of mind sometimes!)

Here are more pictures...

(a wedding gift from my dad's cousin Carol and her husband).

Ken scritching Ivan's belly. Ivan loves this. He also loves nuzzling on the afghan you see nearby.


Here's Ivan on his cat tree, looking out the sliding-glass doors.

The other night he found a bug over by the sofa (not a cockroach, thank goodness! and the inchworms are long gone, not that they ever really got inside.) Watching him hunt the bug was such fun!