Do not think that this greenhouse vigil is because it is warm and sunny in here, nor even because of the nice blanket one finds discarded by a careless owner. It is because of the frail and vulnerable Aubergine seedlings that one has discovered yet again stand out here without protection. Two nights ago one’s human forgot them entirely and left them out all night and they almost died, so one has to ask, if one’s human forgets the Aubergines, what else might be forgotten?
It is Boxing Day and there are unfamiliar and suspicious people in the house. In the greenhouse there is almost nothing. Someone has unaccountably abandoned a length of horticultural fleece on the bench in the greenhouse though, all folded up and surprisingly Percy-sized. It is therefore in need of regular checking, to make sure it is still there and has not been stolen. It is fortunate that the empty flower pots are close to hand too, as they can be guarded at the same time. Still more fortunate is the fact that someone has overlooked the proper closing of the door and wedged it open to exactly the same width as Percy. Sometimes the world is good to Percy.
Percy, guarding the tomato plants. Yes there are no-cats in the greenhouse again. This has come about because I opened the door this morning (well actually removed the cat-grill, formerly chicken-grill, which prevents such from entering), to find the greenhouse already full of Arthur. It turns out he has worked out he can get in through a broken pane of glass. The broken pane is not even one of the lowest ones and involves squeezing through at some risk of slicing off an ear or worse. So currently the door is open, to prevent cats from risking life and limb getting inside. Naturally this leaves the tomato plants vulnerable to attack, so Percy has been guarding them. Fortunately he discovered a length of horticultural fleece folded up next to one of them, so he decided that would be the most suitable plant to guard, as, being a comfy spot, it was obviously more at risk of theft.
There are no cats in this greenhouse. We know this because cats are not allowed in the greenhouse, so they would not have gone in when the door was left open for 5 minutes, and they wouldn’t be sunbathing on the wild rocket at all.
(drawn, I have to admit, from a photograph I took this afternoon, on account of being up-to-my-elbows in compost, and it being far too hot and bright in there to sit and draw the cats, which were not there anyway)