Priorities

I'm sure I've gone on and on about the schedule of KittyCat. And how, at 5:00 PM, it is necessary for one of the servants with opposable thumbs to open the packet of kitty chicken and serve it. And how she will start the alert system for this event up to 90 minutes in advance, in order that the critical time window is not overlooked...

Well, today, after I returned home from physical therapy, CoolGuy had this little tale to relate:

Seems that shortly after I'd changed into my PT clothes and departed for my 4:45 appointment, KittyCat joined CoolGuy on the couch, and got very intense about the need to watch the clock. She'd been in and out of the house, the doors propped open because of the lovely, balmy weather we're having here in the desert. So, as the Magic Hour approached, CoolGuy swung his feet around to place them on the floor and KittyCat jumped down to shadow him to the kitchen for the Appointed Hour, when he saw a visitor. 

A four inch lizard was perched on the tile surrounding the living room carpet. KittyCat saw it, too. CoolGuy just stayed on the couch, she hustled right over to inspect. She is an accomplished hunter. She brought us a little specimen not long ago. So, CoolGuy thought he'd watch for a minute. She gave the lizard a close look, and then CoolGuy stood up to go get the kitty chicken out of the cupboard.

What happened next? Did the lizard get captured and taken out by the predator whose job it is? Did the famous Huntress do her duty?  Umm...no, she immediately stepped over the interloping reptile and hustled right over to her dish to lap up the gravy. So...

Somewhere in my house is a four inch lizard. Waiting for me to stumble across it, and scream. Don't like lizards in my house.

Thanks, KittyCat.