So we have about a million little grey-brown lizards in our yard, and the Dog cornered one in the crabgrass. When the Cat is not sitting patiently under the hummingbird feeder for one of the little buzzers to trip up and fall into his mouth, he's catching lizards. In true cat form, he doesn't care about them when they are no longer running or twitching, so he leaves them for the Dog. Dog is so tickled to have a gift, he rolls around on the dead lizard, imparting its fragrant bouquet onto his neck so we can all enjoy the smell of his vicarious victory.
Parting Halloween shot. Looks pretty evil, right? Actually, he's just yawning.
So we have about a million little grey-brown lizards in our yard, and the Dog cornered one in the crabgrass. When the Cat is not sitting patiently under the hummingbird feeder for one of the little buzzers to trip up and fall into his mouth, he's catching lizards. In true cat form, he doesn't care about them when they are no longer running or twitching, so he leaves them for the Dog. Dog is so tickled to have a gift, he rolls around on the dead lizard, imparting its fragrant bouquet onto his neck so we can all enjoy the smell of his vicarious victory. 
Parting Halloween shot. Looks pretty evil, right? Actually, he's just yawning.
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