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Wednesday, July 14, 2021

RIP Lizzy Girl part 2

 I've been managing the garden since the beginning of 2011. One of the most important jobs was to feed Lizzy the cat every morning. So many interesting interactions over the years. One of the strangest is when she was losing her fang, 2012-ish, it started pointing more and more straight out of her mouth, she used to slobber when she was pet, and one day out came the tooth in a puddle of saliva. I still have it. There was a phase where she'd forget to retract her tongue into her mouth and walk around with it poking out a little. She generally stayed near the greenhouse but would walk the garden with me sometimes. She was a real free spirit, and provided comfort/entertainment to lots of people over the years. In terms of her early years, the earliest mention of her in old garden emails was March 2010, but she's older than that for sure. A blog post in 2005 suggests at least two of the late 90s garden cats (Smokie, Blondie, Cali, Mamma Grey) were still around. Garden management folks Kristen Labonte and Abbie Peairs both said she wasn't around in 2007. Alan Sechman who was manager spring 2008 - spring 2009 thinks he remembers a small quiet cat, so sounds like Lizzy. It makes sense that he didn't know her that well because her caretaker then was "Skypilot" Al, who was a real character. A true wanderer, he would go on walkabout throughout the West - he walked from SB to Reno, for instance. Lizzy kept pulling him back, until he finally had to quit the garden cold turkey around 2010. My guess has been that she was around 15 y.o., that seems about right if she came to the garden as a grown cat sometime in 2008, a pretty good, long life for an outdoor cat! Here are some pics thru the years:

May 2011

Aug 2011, she would sometimes venture out to our plot in the other side of the garden (taken from GBH 2, looking towards GBH 1)

Oct 2012

July 2014
 
May 2015, probably my favorite photo of her
 
Circa 2015, she used to like being up on the tables outside cause she could sleep and be away from any danger
 
Spring 2016
 
Nov 2016, the 1 fang, and her cute tongue 
 
Feb 2017

March 2017

March 2019, rainwater was always the beverage of choice

May 2019
 

June 2019, checking out her portrait
 
July 2019
 
Dec 2019
 
March 2020, she still had a healthy weight here, her last year her body slowly failed her
 
Nov 2020

Dec 2020, rainwater again

Feb 2021, she was a good eater
 
day before yesterday, nap in the shade

yesterday

Some more text after a few days worth of reflection

 In 1983 my family got 2 calico cats. My cat lived to be 17, my brother's cat 18. Cats are obviously fiercely independent, and mine was particularly so - it wasn't uncommon for her to go on walkabout for days at a time. Lizzy's independence was on a different level. She didn't really like to be picked up, and certainly not held. Very, very rarely she'd approach the idea of getting into my lap. She'd scratch me often - after happily being petted for minutes. She bit me occasionally. She didn't purr that often. I didn't consider her as a pet, and referred to her as the garden's cat. But damn I'm mourning her hard.

I began gardening at GHGP in the spring of 2009 thru using the plot of other Geography grad students; I have no recollection of Lizzy during that time, although I didn't use the greenhouse or the toolshed cause of my unofficial status, so wasn't in her territory. She grew on us quickly, though!

 She was a survivor. Aside from itinerant bobcats and coyotes she also had to deal with raccoons - she once got bit on the butt when one got too close (she was super patient/calm when going to the vet). Her safe place was incredibly hard to get to, there is a small gap in the upper wall from the greenhouse into the toolshed, then she'd walk along a "ledge", the 1/2" wide top edge of a piece of plywood, and sleep on top of the cabinet in there.

 The funny thing is despite her independence she was super dependent on humans for food, she wasn't a hunter at all! I saw her chasing lizards, but the only thing I ever saw her catch was a mouse. She caught it in the greenhouse and was so proud of herself she brought it to me at my plot. She then proceeded to drop it and it ran away. 

Sound was an important part of our relationship. Sometimes she'd visit our plots on the west side of the garden, meowing loudly to let us know she was coming. When I arrived at my plot by the greenhouse to feed her I had a whistle tone to let her know I was there. Our intern Hanna was telling me that when she hears a rustle in the leaves she turns around expecting to see Lizzy but instead it's one of the many garden lizards. Lizzy's spirit lives on! 
 
Lizzy, God light, April 2021



 







2 comments:

  1. She was a wonderful feline and a beautiful member of the garden. We will all miss her!

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  2. I am so, so sorry to hear about Lizzy. Hugs to you and to the entire community. I feel lucky to have gotten to spend time in the garden with Lizzy over the past few years and your photos and stories capture her perfectly. Won’t be the same without her.

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