This is a dead lizard (well it was dying when this picture was taken). This is not my fault. We all know that I have had to euthanize animals in the past, but this time I am innocent. I am staying at yet another friends house while I see saw between where I would like to live. I am once again in the land of cats. The picture above is what the indoor cat caught and killed for me. I know that the lizard was a gift to me only because I tried to throw it away twice and both times it ended up on the same spot that she killed the reptile, right next to my luggage. She is a lovable cat if not slightly demanding for attention, Ahhh! Holy crap, she just attacked me as I wrote that last sentence. I think my upper back is bleeding. Jesus, that hurts. She hates the outdoors and will sit for hours on the front step and watch. The furthest she has ever ventured from that stoop is to retrieve this lizard and put it back on my clothes.
I think it's a death threat. I think she thinks she could take me if it came fist to paw. I think she keeps bringing the dead reptile to me as a, "yeah that could have been you" scenario. Am I crazy? She is awfully nice and cuddly until you turn your back and bam! she is claws in, eating your hair. Maybe she has something to hide? It's all just a game to her, leading me on, making me think she doesn't go outside. Maybe it's because what she has to protect is inside. Some sort of kitty underground that she can't let out of the bag. She does play dumb a lot. She has this paper fetish that is unreasonable. You can't have one wire in the house without her chewing through. So many distracting tendencies for there to be nothing to hide.
Anyway, I will keep my eyes open. I have to, I still don't know where the lizard's tail went, you can see in the picture it was either bitten off or the lizard used its natural defense and shed the tail. No matter, I hope the cat ate it, I hate to think of the wake-up call with that on my pillow.
