Tuesday, 9 August 2016
I woke to puddles. The good amount of rain had changed up our week by making it unnecessary to water the Long Beach and Ilwaco planters. I was a little discombulated about what to do, then decided the world would not be too rocked if we did the north end jobs on Tuesday instead of Wednesday. My dithering got us off to a late start. Just before we left the house, I suggested we take a cat carrier in case Marilyn’s cat, Skooter, would be available. Our plan is to adopt him so he can have a home with a garden to enjoy. (You’ll find his name spelled two ways for awhile till I get used to the K.)
On the way we tested the container soil in both LB and Ilwaco and found it nice and wet.
We reversed the polarity of the neutron flow and went from south to north, doing only some of the jobs in case we ended up with a cat in the late afternoon and would need to bring him straight home.
I spent a long time weeding in a rather drab little bed that didn’t feel worth a photo. Maybe next week, if I mulch it, it will be worthy.
Klipsan Beach Cottages
Allan worked on the woodland swale.
As we left KBC after an hour of weeding and deadheading, I got a message from Nancy saying that she was at Marilyn’s house and would have Skooter ready for us to take.
With dear Marilyn having passed away, her house will soon be listed for sale. A home has been found for the most affectionate of Marilyn’s two cats, Coral. Because the home has children, it would not be suitable for Skooter, who liked “affection on his own terms” and probably would not relish being toted around by kind hearted and loving little girls. This photo of him with Marilyn’s daughter Susan shows that he does like affection, within reason.
We did a quick weeding session before loading Skooter into the cat carrier (accomplished by Susan and Allan with one escape attempt when the door did not close correctly).
By next year, another gardener (I hope!) will be keeping the phygelius within bounds, or it will be all over the place.
There were some tears when we were ready to take Skooter; Nancy is happy he is going with someone he knows, and sad to see him go. Her own cat would simply not accept a new addition to the household. He did not yowl the whole way to Ilwaco as some cats might have.
Because getting him was a last minute arrangement (instead of having Nancy bring him on Thursday), Allan got busy and hammered a board over the cat door that leads out from the second bathroom. That will be his sanctuary room till he is ready to meet the other cats and go outside. Wire mesh was installed at the bottom of my study door that has a cat “tunnel” at the base. When Scooter comes out into that room, he will be able to look but not engage with the other cats yet. (Two days later, with separation still in place, I got a suggestion of covering that view for now until the hissing stops. So far, all the hissing is on Scooter’s part.)
He has toys, litter, food, water, and his three platform cat tower. I felt sad when I found him half an hour later hiding in the very back of the bathroom closet. Poor fellow. If only we could talk about it, person to person. (Sometimes that doesn’t work with people, though.) Because various articles advised leaving a cat alone to explore its new sanctuary, I felt ok about keeping our dinner engagement.
Our weekly meeting of the North Beach Garden Gang was on a different night this week because of the schedule of Dave and Melissa (Sea Star Gardening), so with Skooter all situated in his hidey hole, we met them at the nearby
Salt Hotel Pub
Back at home, I was relieved to find Skooter out of his hidey hole and ensconced on his cat tower.
I was even more relieved that he did not meow all night and keep us awake. I had been anxious about losing sleep. I look forward to the transition being over, the cats accepting each other (I do so fervently hope), and life being placid again. I had not realized till the process began how much anxiety it would cause me to introduce a new cat to our comfortable ménage.
The only entry for this date in my mother’s garden diaries is one word, for August 9, 1997: HOT.