It became time to tell Kubota that he needed to find another place to live. We gave him two weeks to make the transition. The arrangement was "not working out".
The news, while not a surprise, was not well received. Much drama. Much bruising resulted.
Everybody is in lick-our-wounds mode. Kubota's current whereabouts is unknown. He will let us know when he is ready to have us know. Until then, we have to trust in God's goodness and Kubota's sense of self-preservation.
Those of you who are the praying types, pray that Kubota's guardian angel be well supplied with caffeine and a quick, guiding hand.