…or maybe just the bird feeder.
That little paw…😍
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I walked out the door to see this staring at me…
This is not normal…so either a Hellmouth opened or there is a haunted cemetery nearby I was unaware of….and yes, it made sounds that you would expect from such a hellbeast.
*I’m sure he’s a perfectly sweet cat…for Satan.
**I might have to move.
Had an interesting weekend.
You know…the ducks were one thing…but reptiles are a bridge too far.
I found this gal while gardening. She crawled right into my hand. Luckily I have a 13-yr old niece who is wild about reptiles (and has a bearded dragon). I texted her a photo, she told me it was a chameleon. Clearly well taken care of and very, very lost.
She is molting, so stress is probably not what it needs. For now, she’s in the bathroom in a plastic tote (probably the same one Penelope hung out in the kitchen) with some things to make it comfortable.
She’s sweet, but I know nothing about reptiles, except how to remove a snake from my hallway and escort it outside.
I canvassed the neighborhood, feeling stupid, asking anyone if they lost a chameleon. I put a notice on NextDoor, where someone kindly informed me that there is a CO Reptile Humane Society here in town. I contacted them and shortly afterward, this poor thing was in better hands than mine.
My life. It is weird.
x-posted at What’s 4 Dinner Solutions
My morning meeting asked to delay till afternoon, so I took advantage of the extra time to put a coat of paint on my dresser, then jump in the shower to scrub off the paint. When I came out, this is what I found:
It was almost dry, so the prints are very clear. I decided to leave them. The dresser is almost 100 years old, with a not so great finish (did my best decades ago, but it was always so-so, which made paint the best solution this time), so two cute little pawprints seemed fitting.
But who did it? The cats were nowhere to be found and I needed to get to my meeting. I was sure there would be tell-tale prints on the floor leading to the culprit, but nope.
It would have to wait until I returned and I had to hope I wouldn’t be greeted with white pawprint all over the house.
Finally, after examining everyone’s paws, the culprit was found:
Someone is impeding my writing today.