The Aussie and the Animal Communicator

We are getting ready for high season, and have very little time. The house painting is behind schedule. Late spring early summer are really special times here, and we have had some absolutely amazing weather. Just look at this picture of the lillacs, and also the baskets that one of our guests helped us pick out.

We had a return guest from last year, a sailor from Australia. He's a sun and wind bleached trim fellow, hard working and fast talking, and immensely practical. He doesn't have too much time for frivolities, mostly while he's here he takes apart and puts back together his entire sail boat for racing season, takes a break now and then for cigarettes, and has a few beers at the end of the day.

I decided to take him to Barley Joe's green house to help me pick out some hanging flower baskets.

I said, why don't we divide and conquer, you go that way, and I will work on these herbs and flowers for the cutting garden.

It wasn't long before I noticed he was intent upon conversation with a well dressed, slender and dignified older woman with neat short hair. I walked over to see what progress he was making.

He was examining a wave petunia basket from underneath, as if inspecting its hull.

"This lady seems to know an awful lot about this stuff and she's been really helpful."

The woman smiled coyly and gave our sailor a look with her very blue eyes.

"Are you his employer?" she asked me. "The plants here are so beautiful, and" she says "the woman is an animal communicator."

"What's that?" says the Aussie sailor.

"My cat had some trouble a little while back, just before my partner and I were planning on a trip to Machu Pichu... I wasn't sure I should go."

"What - had puss been watching too much cat t.v. or something?"

"No." she said, "It wasn't that at all.. you see..." and as the woman began to explain the complexities of her cat's emotional troubles, and their diagnosis and treatment by the animal communicator, -, a treatment that took place over the phone no less (because the animal communicator had actually met the cat in person before) I watched as my guest's face turned from suspended disbelief, like he was waiting for the punch line, to indignation as in "she's having me on" to, "no really, she's serious", to "that lady is f!@#ing nuts!" Which he actually exclaimed aloud, along with a few more saltycomments, both to, before and about the lady, in his brand of english so fast I am pretty sure only I under stood him, and only because I had been talking to him over the last few days.