A Tale of a Tail (or the excitement of the day)

 First of all, I doubt anyone still checks this little old neglected blog, so I am probably talking to myself right now. But if by chance, there is still someone out there, I will tell the tale of the tail I came to tell.

As little boys are apt to do, Peter left his rainboots outside on the front porch several days ago. As they do not add to the decor on the porch, I decided to bring them inside this morning and I put them by the back door, where they belong. There they sat, until the mail truck came by and tucked our mail into the box. I may or may not have mentioned that our property is surrounded by a moat during the rainy days. There is no going to collect the mail without rain boots. Seeing how Peter was supposed to be doing his math lesson, of course he eagerly volunteered to go get the mail. He hopped up from the table and went to put on his boots. The scream that came from him made me leave my seat! I thought he had hurt himself. He claimed there was a roach in his boot. I picked up the boot and shook. Not a roach, but a small lizard plopped onto the floor. I didn't even know that Holling the cat was in the room, but he had that lizard under his paw in an instant. Not wanting him to kill it, I picked up the cat. The lizard darted behind the piano. After a couple of feeble attempts at luring him out, we settled back to work. About an hour went by when I heard Holling hissing. Now, Holling has only hissed one other time, and that was when he got his tail stuck in the cords to the blinds. The lizard was clamped tightly onto Hollings paw! I tried to pull the lizard away, but only part of his tail came with my hand. Freaking out a little, I dropped the tail onto the floor, WHERE IT CONTINUED TO WRIGGLE! I extricated Holling's paw from the lizard jaws, put the half-tailed lizard back outside, and pondered if these sorts of things happen to the general population. No? I thought not.