Happy Adoption Day: Celebrating Two Years with Kramer

Somehow, Kramer and I just celebrated our second anniversary together. In the two years we’ve been together, we’ve had some really good times and some pretty bad ones. We’ve lived in two different apartments (he also lived with my parents while I moved!), gone through countless bags of treats and seen lots of plants come and go (RIP).


He has made me incredibly angry by eating my plants, knocking things off any surface he can find and keeping me up at night—and he has also kept me company, entertained me with his adorable antics and acted as my emotional support animal when things have fallen apart.


Pretty much as soon as I got my first apartment alone, sans roommates, I knew I wanted to get a pet. At first, I really had my heart set on getting a dog, but after some serious thought and consideration, I realized that I wasn’t ready for that level of commitment.

When I decided that I wanted to adopt a cat, the Capital Area Humane Society was the first place I looked. I knew that I wanted to adopt a cat, instead of getting one from a breeder (or from somewhere like Craigslist or Facebook Marketplace.)

One thing that I was really looking for was a cat without claws. I’ve paid a lot to furnish my apartment, and I didn’t want my new pet ruining it. I also think that declawing cats is kind of cruel, so I didn’t want to I would routinely look for pets online using the sea


I continued to stalk the CAHS website and Facebook each day, waiting for the right fit. One day as I was perusing the website, I found a cat names Lunar (who was front declawed!). He was black with a white patch on his chest and he looked both adorable and naughty. I fell in love with him.


Kramer (née Lunar) was living in a cage at Soldan’s in West Lansing. I convinced my friend Jodi to go with me to look at him during our lunch break at work, and when I saw him in his cage, my heart melted. He looked scared and kind of pathetic and small in his big cage, but he was still in good enough spirits to swat at my fingers through the bars.

I talked with one of the employees about what the adoption process entailed and, as usual, was too indecisive to make a final decision during my short hour-long lunch break.


I went back to work and spent the entire day trying to decide whether or not I was ready to adopt a cat. I decided that figuring out why Kramer was surrendered was important, so I called CAHS to find out. They told me that Kramer’s family brought him to the humane society because he was a) not using his litter box b) chewing on drywall and being generally destructive c) meowing incessantly at all hours of the day/night.



Armed with the knowledge that Kramer was an absolute terror, I sought the advice of a few friends and coworkers who collectively told me I should definitely find another feline friend, I did what any rational person would do and went back to Soldan’s to see him again. An employee told me if I wanted to adopt Kramer, I was going to have to call CAHS to get approved, and do so within the hour because adoptions were ending for the day. I have never been an impulsive person, but I decided to go for it. In less than an hour, I was approved to become a cat mom.



As I was waiting for my approval to go through, I went through the store and picked up all the things that I would need for my new cat. That included a litter box, litter, a scooper, wet food, dry food (grain-free because only the best for my cat son), treats and, of course, toys. One of the toys I got him was a taco stuffed with catnip, which remains one of his favorites to this day. Like mother like son, what can I say?


I also had to get something to take him home in. Rather than spring for the expensive plastic carrier, I opted for the cheap cardboard one. Joke was on me though, because Kramer is so freakishly strong that once the Soldan employee and I collectively stuffed him inside the box, he broke the cardboard and escaped.

Once Kramer was inside his sturdy plastic carrier, it was smooth sailing. He didn’t make a peep the entire way home. I was a different story entirely. I called my mom on the verge of the tears because I was worried that I was biting off more than I could chew, you know, caring for another living thing and all. She told me I would be fine, and reminded me of the fact that I had been kind of lonely and had been wanting a cat for years. Pretty much from that point forward, it’s been me and Kramer against the world.


Kramer was really scared when we first got home. He camped out between the wall and refrigerator for the first few hours and didn’t want to come out. I lured him with many different types of food and treats, but he wasn’t budging. I finally admitted defeat and decided to sit on the kitchen floor and talk to him.



Once Kramer came out from behind the fridge he quickly asserted his dominance. Everything in my apartment became a toy, including my plants.


I tried to keep Kramer out of my room at first but quickly realized that wasn’t going to fly. Kramer is king of the castle and he likes to sleep in my bed. Another thing to adjust to was the fact that my body became a jungle gym, especially when it was time to sleep.


. It took some time to adjust to being woken up to loud sounds and seeing something looming over my head.


It also took some time adjusting to seeing Kramer sitting on top of my kitchen cabinets. I don’t want to jinx it, but he doesn’t climb on the cabinets at this apartment.



I got Kramer when I was single and I was kind of afraid of becoming a weird, crazy cat lady spinster. At this point, I’ve just accepted it. Plus, you can’t die alone if you’re surrounded by cats and plants!


Kramer and I have been through a lot together in two years. We’ve spent hours (more like days) curled up on the couch watching Friends. We’ve gone through countless cans of cat food, bags of treats, and cans of catnip spray. Sure, I have to keep my plants up high (especially the ones that are dangerous for pets) and I’m constantly covered in hair, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world.


Having a cat is the best. 10/10 definitely recommend.

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