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Almighty Huntress, and Protector of the Hearth and Home, thank you for saving us, your poor unworthy slaves, from the predations of:
a skink!
[admittedly, it was one of those super long and big and fast ones I see outside in the leaf litter. how it got inside I do not know.]
Rest assured that we now shall rest easy in our beds knowing it won't be stalking us.
just a query or two, darling...
you left it behind my Beloved's easy chair in his study, a place you usually never enter unless I am in there. Just as well that I noticed it and he didn't. I don't think his sense of humour would go that far ATM.
did you know he was going in for surgery, and wanted to give him a present? [he's home, we'll see how he is tomorrow]
have you decided that you really really aren't scared of him any more, in fact you love him and want him to know that?
do you think his diet needs supplementing, and that I don't feed him properly?
do you think that your diet needs supplementing, that I am not feeding you correctly, and could he please do something about it?
or.......
is it the kitty equivalent of "Tonight, You Will Be Sleeping With The Fishes"?
just a-wondering