We have been busy planting veggie seeds and generally doing all things to do with the garden, such as planting transplants with fertilizer and bone meal. Bone meal gives these wee guys strong roots and it smells divine…at least to us kitties.
We were minding our own business last Thursday and a young cat came up and talked at, not just me but mom too. Mom, of course told this young male how handsome he was. His smokey grey fur was not knotted, teeth clean, ears clean, he was very friendly and not afraid of humans. He stayed and stayed. When mom and I went inside the grey floofy cat came with us. Of all the nerve, he jumped in my toy box and stuck his head into my toys. Mom thought it was cute. I sure didn’t and neither did dad. Dad took this young boy outside and put him on the deck. I gotta admit the young guy was a looker. I wouldn’t tell him that and practiced my pathetic hiss. Kali got into the act and really hissed at him. Her hiss made him think twice.
We all went to bed and guess who was waiting for us in the morning….you got it….young grey cat was sitting on the rug outside. Mom always has a big bowl of water on the deck for cats that come for nip and get thirsty. This wee guy was hungry….you could tell by his cry. Mom fed him and he gobbled it down. Mom was starting to think he had been dumped in our Lane. There was no collar or ID of any kind. Mom decided to leave him for another day and see if anyone was calling for him. Dad was talking with this wee guy too. Mom heard him say, “I think I’ll call you George.” This signalled to mom that they were starting to get attached. Me? No, I wasn’t getting attached. I wanted this guy gone! He was obnoxious in his playfulness. Whenever I turned around, he was running at me….I know now he just wanted to play but at the time I thought he was coming after me. The good news…my hisser is stronger from using it more.
The next day was Saturday and our wee friend was still here so mom fed him when she fed us. He gobbled it down again…a hungry lad. Mom decided it was time to call the SPCA and they answered mom’s questions. They are a “no kill” society unless the animal is nasty to humans and cannot be trained to like humans. It was Spring and their cages were full but they did have one cage free. Mom and dad took the wee lad down to the SPCA in Kali’s cage. The poor guy was scared. Mom and dad sat with him for a wee while down at the SPCA. The nice lady gave him the name Oak St.(our street) and a Pet ID#. They told mom she could call at any time to find out how he was. Mom and dad left feeling positive that Oak St. would find a forever home.
We got a little sapling lilac tree last year from our bald headed neighbour. We now see the new growth starting.
The Alpine Willy Clematis is very early every year and is about to bloom.
Mom has been weeding the lily bed and we have been watching by the catnip. Mom’s way to handle the catnip is to block off two of them…letting them grow. One is opened for our use…and usually has fur all over it. When this one gets down, mom picks the fur off and wraps chicken wire around it but opens one of the good ones. This way there is catnip all summer long.
The next 2 weeks are planting weeks. All the soil and added nutrients need to be rototilled in my veggie garden and the potato patch. This is dad’s job. Planting the potatoes and veggies are mom and my job. The perennials need more bone meal this year too. Lots to do yet.
Doesn’t my veggie patch look nekked. Remember this picture in July. I can work wonders with my green paw.