I have a cat named Kramer. Kramer is
jet black. As a kitten she lived the first four or five months of
her life with a friend of mine in his bachelor apartment when he was
between wives or girl friends. She was so aggressive and possessive
that when she was about a month old her mother took the other kittens
and marched west into the Arkansas outback and left her with Jimmy.
Jimmy was wise enough not to leave her
in the apartment by herself because, if she got bored she would find
something to break. He tried to take her to the office but his
employees (he owns a sign company) rebelled. So Kramer ended up
living with Jimmy, riding wherever he went on business in his pickup,
staying in his office when he was there, and bonding with the
dominant male in her life.
As luck would have it, one day I needed a sign at my business and I called Jimmy. He arrived the next day, cat in hand, opened the pickup door and I watched as, the soon to be named, Kramer, vaulted from the vehicle onto the sidewalk and surveyed her new domain with the yellow eyes of the predator she naturally embodies.
As luck would have it, one day I needed a sign at my business and I called Jimmy. He arrived the next day, cat in hand, opened the pickup door and I watched as, the soon to be named, Kramer, vaulted from the vehicle onto the sidewalk and surveyed her new domain with the yellow eyes of the predator she naturally embodies.
