We all knew this would happen, and don’t say you didn’t.  Disclaimer, Andy does not have to feel guilty about this in the least.  When I said yes four years ago or so I did it knowing full well that, at some point in the future, the cat would be mine.

In order for Andy to rent the apartment he wants in Berkeley, he has to deny Twister the Cat before the cock crows three times.  Since Twisty has been living with us for over a year anyway, we might as well take her with us to SoCal.  I emailed Al, asking if “we could do Andy a big favor by taking Twister…” and his response came back “I just asked Andy the same thing last night, if he would take Ed the Dog, and he said no.”

This was Al’s way of saying, sure, what the hell.

She really has calmed down since we put the kibosh on her going outside.  She no longer stands by the door hoping we will open it so she can escape and go bird hunting.  She does what a house cat is supposed to do – curl up in a silly place and sleep.  Lately I’ve been finding her in baskets, hiding in a pile of stuff to be moved, or curled up on a chair in the living room.

Amazingly, I recently snapped some photos of her and Ed sleeping soundly within three feet of each other.  Yesterday I sat on the couch with Twister on one side – I was doing the scratch-the-cat-just-under-the-jaw hypnosis massage and Ed actually nuzzled his schnozz into her fur.  He couldn’t believe it, nor could I, but Twister just continued in her state of rapture.

Once she got up and walked away, the Looney Tunes cartoon thing started again, Ed’s ears popping off his head and every muscle in his body freezing in preparation for the hunt.  Generally speaking, though, they have been able to be in the same room without furniture being knocked over and curtains being torn down.

So, off we go to SoCal, the Beverly Hillbillies that we are, pickup truck full of junk, one dog and one cat.  We knew this would happen and don’t say you didn’t.

We all knew….