Hobbes woke me up at 10:30am, looking incredibly worried. As he is usually Mr Cool, this rattled me. I looked outside and saw the water was making its way steadily up the yard. I estimated it was within hours of covering the driveway and cutting off my only escape route.
As I left around noon, I noticed that the water on my street was almost up to the edges of the road.
I later learned that high tide was at 3:30pm.
We stayed at W's for three days (bless her!) and got to hang out in relative safety. Maggie and Hobbes weren't too pleased at having to share quarters with W's elderly cat, but no fights broke out.
Maggie ended up claiming one chair as "hers".
Hobbes, tired of my late-night internet surfing, fell asleep next to my keyboard every night.
We finally got to go home last night and it’s a bizarre feeling – the landscape is subtly different. All the colours are muted, dusty. The whole yard smells faintly of saltwater. There’s debris everywhere – downed trees, branches…things have floated in from everywhere. Bits of cornstalks all over the yard. I can tell the direction the water flowed through the grass near the steps when the tide receded. It looks like the yard got about a foot of water. A few larger things floated away, but odd little things stayed...
And our semi-feral outdoor cat is okay.
She showed up at 2am yesterday, hungry, but otherwise well. :)