The Kramer Chronicles

I just had to share a funny incident that happened last night. In order to understand it I must first give some history. Kramer is a feral cat that arrived at our house over a year ago. He was a mere 3 weeks old on the rainy night that he sat beneath our bedroom window and cried. It would be another 4 weeks before we were able to trap him. Once this happened we searched diligently for a good home while we cared for him and helped him to adjust to humans. Little did we know at the time that we would be that good home! Nonetheless he is now part of our family. Oddly, since his exposure to cats has been practically non-existent and we have only dogs, he now seems to believe that he is a dog. Now that you have some history I will share last night's incident.

It was 3:00 AM and we were sound asleep (the dogs were kind enough to allow us to sleep in the bed with them). Calvin, who is something of a grump, was sleeping at my side. I was awakened by his low growl (not a vicious growl mind you but a little grumpy growl that he gives whenever he is, well, grumpy). I looked up to see that Kramer was sitting about two inches from Calvin just staring at him. Have you ever seen the commercial with the bratty little brother antagonizing the older sister with the ever popular "I'm not touching you!" while he holds a finger about 1 inch from her shoulder? Well that's what was happening here. Kramer was sitting there-not touching Calvin in any way-but staring at him as if to say "I'm not touching you! I'm not touching you! I'm not touching you!" Meantime, Calvin is growling. His growls, when translated, meant "Mom he's bothering me!" All the while Kramer is still saying "But I'm not touching you!" After some intervention Kramer finally left and Calvin went back to sleep.