My bride, Betty, gave out a war-whoop earlier today, and I left the computer and went running and she was pointing to Grey, our 8 yr Manx-Munchkin and he had just come through the pet door from the unfinished basement and had captured a large lizard and was staring at us with the critter still wiggling like an animated Fu-Manchu moustache, and then to Betty's protestations, he dropped it on the carpet and proceeded to start toying with it.
He apparently hadn't delivered enough "slowdown" to the lizard, for in a burst of speed, it managed to get under the entertainment center, and now Betty is fretting about not being able to nap on the couch in the living room as she likes to do for fear that the lizard will run across her face.
It doesn't help much when I tell her not to worry, that if it does run across her face, that Grey will be right on it with all his claws, nor does it help when I suggest that the lizard might run up her pants leg instead of across her face.
Betty is a worry-wart.
Leonard
He apparently hadn't delivered enough "slowdown" to the lizard, for in a burst of speed, it managed to get under the entertainment center, and now Betty is fretting about not being able to nap on the couch in the living room as she likes to do for fear that the lizard will run across her face.
It doesn't help much when I tell her not to worry, that if it does run across her face, that Grey will be right on it with all his claws, nor does it help when I suggest that the lizard might run up her pants leg instead of across her face.
Betty is a worry-wart.
Leonard