I was lying on my bed recuperating from bronchitis, staring dully at the sunlight and branches playing across the windows, but not feeling up to being vertical or going outside.
“Meow, meow….meow!” My black and white kitty’s voice finally entered my half sleep state. “Meow! Meow!” I knew this was not ordinary pestering, but an invitation to look. I could see from my covers that Mickey was in my closet, so I guessed he brought in a critter.
I got a glimpse of coil, something reptilian and largish. I also watched the cat now turn his attention to the bookcase next to the closet.
“Ugh! You let it go, Mickey!” I was climbing to the foot of the bed for a better look. He was pawing under the book case. So I got up and pulled it a bit away from the wall. A large, fat lizard slithered behind my dresser. Mickey was excited for a few moments, but with no access, lost interest.
Now I had a big lizard under my dresser. I shored up the exits, one side with an old portable sewing machine and the other side with a typewriter case. I still expected the thing to slide out from under and wrap around my bare feet. I climbed back to my sick bed.
I thought perhaps I could interest Mickey in getting the lizard if I took out the two bottom drawers, but by now the cat was sleeping in the dining room. Very likely he had forgotten the entire thing, but I was keenly aware there was a reptile in my room.
Later in the afternoon, I took out the drawers and got Mickey to sniff around and peer in. There wasn’t a lizard.
I don’t know if he went back to living behind the bookcase, or if he made a run for it. It is a long way through the house to the back door. Maybe he’s earning an honest lizard living by catching bugs under my desk.
Funny how, even though we never recovered him, I don’t cringe when I go near my dresser.