Thoughts About Ivan

This is Ivan.

Ivan is not a cat. Ivan is half dog, half gremlin, wrapped into a (GIANT) cat's body. The thing is the friendliest, creepiest, most whore-ish creature in the world.

Ivan also likes it rough. The harder you pet/pat/slap him, the harder he purrs and comes back for more. It's weird, I know.

We've had him since he was a kitten, and Sev has grown up with him. To most people, Ivan is a little too nice to the point of being obnoxiously invasive, but Seven has trained him to wrestle her. He will literally walk up to her and pick a fight. Generally speaking, they both love this. But since he is so used to Seven=wrestling, he doesn't know when to just be plain ol' sweet to her. So things like this result:

Ivan was cuddled up with me in bed yesterday morning. Seven jumped up in bed with us to snuggle. She bent to hug me, therefore close to Ivan, and Ivan bit her. He never bites in seriousness, always a "play bite," but still. So she started whining, and then the tears came. I had to explain to her that when she tackles the cat repeatedly, that's what he's used to, so he always thinks she's going to mess with him.

She understood.

Through tears and with a bit too much conviction in her voice, she furrowed her eyebrows and said quietly, "...I hate Ivan." and walked off.