Lizardgate 2010 pt 2

So the cat must have read my blog trash talking her hunting skills, because about 30 seconds after I posted it, she returned from the den with the lizard IN HER MOUTH.

She carried the lizard through the kitchen and INTO THE FAMILY ROOM where she proceeded to drop it. It was, of course, very much alive.

I panicked, to put it mildly.

"HERE KITTY, COME HERE KITTY, NOT IN THE FAMILY ROOM KITTY, HEEEEEEEERE KITTY" To no avail.

She pawed at it some more, then picked it up again and casually walked into the kitchen where I sat frozen in terror on the counter. Then she of course let it go, free to romp around my kitchen, until she pounced on it again.

Finally, Chris came home to me shrieking on the counter and I calmly (ha) explained the situation. He coolly placed a box on top of it and escorted it outside like it was no big thang.

Please. He came in at the tail end of the situation. There were no lizards FLYING THROUGH THE AIR by the time he arrived. I think my panic attacks/screaming were quite warranted.

So finally, the lizard is gone. The kitten is a hero. Chris will take the credit. I need PTSD counseling.

There is a video of some of the fiasco. If I can swallow my shame enough, I will post it.