From the seals we drove to SLO - she let me drive her little hybrid - we wandered around Petco for a bit, then Elaine got a call from her dad that her grandmother was on the way to his place, was expected in a couple of hours. So Elaine said she'd be there, and he said I could come too.
We went for dinner at the place formerly known as Linn's, had a good dinner, talked some more. I was tired and wanted to go home but felt some obligation to go see Ivah. My "mother-in-law" who never actually was. I had not seen her in many years and I know she likes me. I also wanted to be there with Elaine, not leave her alone with this crazy crew, although she can handle herself fine.
Two hours was not the right estimate. We hung around, talking with the relatives that had arrived - Sally, her friend Les, her daughter Michelle, her son Michael, Michael's cute girlfriend, I'm not sure who else. Finally Arthur drove up with his grandmother, just after ten. He had driven over 700 miles yesterday, down to National City and back again.
Ivah has lost weight. She said she usually loses in the summer and regains in the winter but that regaining hadn't happened in the past couple of years. She looks amazing for 90 years old, still as sharp as I've seen her in the past. She brought a kitten with her for Roy.
And here's where the story forks. AFter much fussing, the cat was installed in the bathroom with food and water and an improvised littler box (fortunately, I had the supplies in my car). We noticed, some of us, that the little guy seems to have an upper respiratory infection. I said that I'd take him to the vet Monday and everyone there thought that was a good idea - except Roy. He blew up. "Then it's YOUR cat! I'm not having it go to the vet..." blah blah blah. He has long lived with this notion that if the animal is tough it will survive and it's up to the cat. I have many arguments against that one but instead of making them I saw him leave to go on his fishing trip with several of his children and related persons, then packed up the kitty and took him home.
He's about three months old and very friendly. Surprising, considering Ivah has been feeding 16 of these critters, essentially wild, who have been born around her place. I put him in my shower to keep him separate from the other two, so he won't infect them. Tomorrow he goes to the vet. And it looks like I have another cat. I'm pissed, to tell the truth. I was not planning on this and I'm regretting I went over there now. But I couldn't leave the guy there to his unreasonable fate. I'm also dead tired and Elaine and I are hiking this morning before I head for the Dem caucus in Santa Barbara. Lordy.