Just a brief note: if I were to live here, I would never own a cat. It’s not that I don’t like cats: I am owned by the world’s best cat: Black Bart. I love him; he lives in my house, and is pictured here with his dog, Jackie Brown.
This morning, however, I found an enormous lizard in my kitchen. It was no less than eight inches long, and completely dead with it’s guts torn out and back legs torn off. It looked like a baby alligator. I put it out in the garden, hoping a bird of prey would find it for breakfast. No such luck. As soon as I returned to the house this afternoon, Sushi the cat found it and brought it to my temporary office. I know she meant well, but yuk.