Some days, especially when I’m working from home, she’s my only creature contact. I may not have a girlfriend at the moment, but Kramer is a steady female presence. Her eccentricities make me chuckle; her bad behaviors are so predictable and benign that they charm.
As she ages …. is she six now? I remember fostering her litter in 2012, I believe …. she becomes more set in her ways, like the grande dame that she is. At any particular time of day, she has her favored roosting spot. In the morning, she’ll often join me in my study, sitting Sphinx-like, front paws curled under, on the spare chair.
Eventually she’ll wander off to the spare bedroom (my bedroom being off limits), to another familiar nest, this one on a chair cushioned with a pillow so saturated with cat hair that it has become unquestionably her pillow. This is where the serious sleeping occurs.
In the evening, if I’m on the couch in the living room, Kramer wanders in and out of the room, occasionally favoring me by jumping up and curling up next to me (if I’m sitting), or in the crook of my arm (if I’m lying down) (see photo). One of us will then get restless, or her cat ears will pick up a sound in the kitchen …. a mouse? the wind? a settling floorboard? … and she’ll be off to investigate. Some time later, she’ll return with her report. We’re both satisfied that, for the moment, all is well, and she rejoins me on the couch.
