Taking Queen Elizardbeth downstairs to return her to the wild. For a fleeting moment I considered keeping her. In that same moment Ferris Mewler reminded me how much my 3 cats love to eat lizards.
This is the right decision.
This is the right decision.
Queen Elizardbeth took some convincing to leave my hand, but reason prevailed. Then Hailey & I sang a medley from Fiddler on the Roof to send her off.
Now she’s staring at me. I think she expected more pageantry.
Now she’s staring at me. I think she expected more pageantry.
She’s hanging out on the towel. Weighing her options.
Victor: Are you sure about this? You basically just sent out a warm appetizer for our neighborhood owl.
Me: How dare you. Owly McBeal would never. And that’s what the broom is for. In case I have to do battle. With birds.
Victor: Are you sure about this? You basically just sent out a warm appetizer for our neighborhood owl.
Me: How dare you. Owly McBeal would never. And that’s what the broom is for. In case I have to do battle. With birds.
We’ve become the family looking through the door, staring quietly at a lizard. This is what we have instead of movie theaters now.
And she’s off! Queen Elizardbeth nodded once and then darted into my bush. (Not a euphemism.)
Feeling lots of mixed emotions.
Feeling lots of mixed emotions.
Me: Hailey, you can never leave me. Live here with me forever.
Hailey: Do you need a hug?
Me: Yes. ::whispers:: It’ll be like Grey Gardens but with more raccoons.
Hailey whispers back: Aw. I’ll miss you, crazy.
Hailey: Do you need a hug?
Me: Yes. ::whispers:: It’ll be like Grey Gardens but with more raccoons.
Hailey whispers back: Aw. I’ll miss you, crazy.