Sigh.
And then, Kramer came downstairs and barked, barked, barked. I pulled up the blinds to see what he was barking at. Nothing. No car. No dog. No cat. No person. Nothing. 
"What are you barking at?"
He almost turned around to see me but not quite and then....
...he returned to his duties. Barking at nothing.
Tonight he and Minkey had a go around. He festered Minkey. Minkey growled and hissed and finally Minkey had had enough and he chased Kramer, swatting at him and Kramer was delighted. Finally one of those hissy-fit cats will play!
And then Kramer ran into the TV and whacked his noggin and yipped. Minkey slunk away to a corner and had a good cat-laugh.
Kramer let me comfort him for two whole minutes.
Then he got down and sniffed all around and peed on the carpet.
The fun never stops.
