Lizard tale, Part 3

Annie's lizard resurfaced this morning. (See my last installment.)

He was last seen about a week ago ducking under the sofa. I left some water for him under there, but had no idea if he had moved as I could never get a good view.

Then this morning I heard Annie rustling around near a bookcase. I've learned to pay attention when she does that.

She was scratching at a throw rug that sits over the old floor heater grate (with plywood beneath that). I lifed the rug and there he was.

I picked the yowling and squawking Annie up, tossing her into the kitchen and closing the door. She continued to protest loudly while in captivity..  

Then I gathered the supplies: a small plastic bowl with a lid, tongs and paper towels. Surely I'd be able to corner & get him this time in order to release him to safety outside.

We danced a bit and finally I slammed the upside-down bowl over him. But it wasn't over him. Again, he was too fast.

Last I saw of him, he'd slipped up in between the space at the bottom of the baseboard on the wall and the grate hole, disappearing from sight. I'm hoping from there he might just be able to find his way outside via getting under the floor & then under the house somehow.

(His tail, by the way, appeared to be making a fine comeback.)

So I put the grate and rug back where they were, moved the little table that was sitting on top of both back into place. And then I released Annie from her kitchen prison.

She's since stationed herself back at the scene. Just biding her time.

Cats are amazingly patient creatures.

And her full name, after all, is Annie Oakley.