Kramer is really something else. This morning I fed him and he did his laborious army crawl over to his bowl and gobbled down his breakfast. I left the door open figuring that since he could barely crawl to his bowl, he sure wouldn't leave the bathroom. Wrong!! All I saw out of the corner of my eye was a bullet train of fur heading down the hall to the living room. When I went to check, I watched Kramer LEAP up onto the couch. When it was time to put him back in his bathroom, he was unable to move again and flopped over. I am beginning to think he might be playing possum a bit...


What a great song!