This is George.
At least, this is a George...there are dozens of Georges in our yard.
(Or garden, if you are a Cat from Other Lands.)
Do you see how delectable he looks?
George is a formidable foe.
Half the deliciousness is in the George-catching!
Yesterday Nico, Jay Jay & Simon (May Ling's swain, hubba hubba) reminded us that we Cats are Vishus Predators and we are Not to be Denied!
Since I, The Baby, am the only Cat allowed Outdoors I decided that George must die.
Kitties, if your Mommies or Daddies are squeamish, or there are young kitten tots in the room, shield their eyes.
Here I am looking for a George.
Lizards rustle around in the leaves and under plants.
If you're quiet you can hear them, doing Evil Lizard things.
Shhhh! I hear one...he's behind me...
George, you who are about to be dedded, I salute you.
Yup, it's George. I'd know his smell anywhere.
Whoops, his tail fell off.
Johnny, you can have that bit.
Waste not, want not.
I'm not getting ANYWHERE near those claws!
Since I'm a good sisfur, (and since George stopped moving) I gave him to CC.
Thanks! The Baby's not all bad...
Look at me! I have a "Lizardstache".
Is that stylin' or what?
George is Mine! GROWWWWWWL!
ACK! Scouty lied to me!
George does NOT taste like chicken.
Now I need to brush!
Maui, George is all yours.
Salem appears to not want him this time.
I will devour George under the benevolent gaze of our Mighty Huntress, The Baby.
Mmmmm, I remember eating George as a regular part of my Healthy Breakfast when I lived as a Feral Outside.
Yup, still tasty!
And so nutritious.
Kitties, this is raw food at it's finest!
And where was Felix during this entire spectacle?
Sleeping in the Little Out, Oblivious!
He misses ALL the Good Stuff.
Kitties, we hope you all enjoyed today's adventure as much as we did!
XX Lounge Kats