In the end, even my mother was telling me that Hobbes should not go with me. I didn’t have to voice my concerns out loud for her to say that he was best suited for the woods around her home. We agreed that she’d keep him fed and I’d pay for his food and take care of his vet trips. I still see him every week when I go to help mom with yard work and he’s been a lot friendlier as time went on. He’s a skittish little thing, but warm and loving to those he’s familiar with.
There was a brainless clown who stripped naked and stood on a cafeteria table at Brandeis University. He held up a bottle of feces and explained that the food served in this cafeteria was excrement. He then started throwing the feces all over the cafeteria. I believe he was expelled from school, but I do not know whether or not his parents got any tuition money back. I wanted to, I really did. Hobbes was a cantankerous, grumpy furball until he learned to enjoy head scratches and tolerate being held. But he was my cantankerous, grumpy furball whom I loved petting and smothering giggles as he waggled his little bobtail like a ticked off bunny rabbit. There were a few problems with that though.