I gave Hublet a call yesterday afternoon as I left work, to see if he was home and to do the daily "thank God another day of drudgery is behind me" check-in. Our conversation went something like this:
Me: So I'm heading over to get The Boy now.
Hublet: Okay, and could you.....Hey! Cat! No! Stop that! Ack! She's got a lizard. Bye!
Me: (To dead connection) Umm, okay? Bye?
I arrive home fully expecting lizard (and possibly Hublet) carnage, but none of that is in evidence. Instead, Hublet greets me with:
The cat is pouting in our closet.
Me: Why? Did you take her lizard playtoy away?
Hublet: No. I mean, I tried to make her let go, and then the lizard attached itself to her lip and she couldn't get it off and I had to pull the lizard off of her. She's embarrassed.
Me: Go, lizard!
The cat emerged from our closet at about 8:30 last night. We tactfully made no mention of the Lizard Lip Incident, but I imagine her pride remains wounded. And I'll bet the brave lizard in question got a hero's welcome back in Lizard City.
Posted by Big Arm Woman at July 1, 2004 09:58 AM | TrackBackMaybe I'll print this out and show it to my cats as a warning.
I went to vacuum under my bed yesterday (I do that once or twice a year, whether it needs it or not) and I found three dessicated lizard carcases and one that I think was a partial, plus two piles of petrified hair ball-and-unidentifiable.
My youngest cat (I have three) just discovered why it's not a good idea to bite a frog. Every cat seems to have to do this once - and once, only. Maybe I should try rubbing some of that frogskin-goo on my daughter's fingers so she won't continually shove them in her mouth. Nope, somebody'd probably consider it child cruelty or something...
Posted by: Claire at July 1, 2004 02:56 PM