Lizard tail soup anyone?

Dogs/cat = 1. Human = 0.

8/31/10 update: Annie woke me up at 6 a.m. today -- meowing on the front porch. The dogs were running in the backyard. My make-shift doggie door barricade (I've long since lost the original closure panel) apparently wasn't fool-proof.

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I've made a decision. The doggie door will be off-limits at night. The border collies & border cat, from now on, will have to spend the night indoors.

I know. That's harsh. Blame it on the cat.

The final straw -- or tail, maybe I should say -- came this morning just before dawn when Annie brought in yet another lizard and dropped the detached, still-wiggling tail on the covers on my bed. On top of me.

I could feel her pouncing around on me and I knew that none of her store-bought toys gave her such joy.

Wisely, I got up, turned on the light, and spotted what was either, eww, a worm ? or -- yet another -- lizard's tail flopping around on the comforter, all to Annie's immense delight.

The rest of the lizard has not been located.

Enough.

Annie the cat is, indeed, a good hunter. And that bell I put on her collar? Well, let's just say we've established that lizards really don't hear so well.

Above is Annie's collection from just this weekend alone on the front porch. The top tail -- it honestly needs video to do it justice since it is still moving -- is the most recent addition, sntached off my bed with a paper towel and carried outside.

A rather rude awakening.

But I was up early enough to get the dogs to the dog park before work. And that made them quite happy.