Jeff came this week to take Hot Rod back to Santa Barbara.  It’s just not working out.  HR and Ed get along just fine, but the cat and Hot Rod seem to have some vendetta that has lingered from a past life.  Ed and Twister have agreed to be frienemies, but HR and Twister simply go completely whacko when they even sense each other near, Twister’s claws become razor sharp talons, HR becomes a growling lunatic.  Obviously this was too much for my aging nerves, and Twister was here first, so HR has to go.

It makes me sad.  It makes us all sad, even Andy who is Twister’s owner.  We all like HR, but we would not so much if Twister got hurt.  I really do have to be careful that I don’t turn into an animal hoarder, and I expect if I am ever diagnosed with dementia that I will be watched carefully by my family and friends so make sure I’m not inviting stray animals into my home.  Like the serial killer who writes on the mirror “stop me before I kill again” I am counting on you all!

Hot Rod is not a bad doggie, but he’s definitely a one animal home.  So off he goes back to the shelter until Jeff has a place for him.  Will I have learned my lesson – yet again – to not take in any more critters?