One night I heard her eating one outside the bedroom door. She used to leave sacrifices on the deck – mice, or pieces of mice, a tail, or a head and tail, or a tail and tiny feet. Unfortunately, I got the camera too close and the photo is blurry.īB (Before Bobcats) I left the cat out whenever she wanted to be, since she does have a dog door into the garden tools closet, to come in, and can get into the house if I leave the door from that into the laundry room open. Later in the afternoon I did take a photo of one of her lizards ‘cause I loved the turquoise of its belly, and although it appeared unhurt, it stayed still, in shock. When I caught her she dropped it and it skittered into the house! She caught it again, but I grabbed her and closed her out of the room, cornered the lizard (I should take photos first) and put it outside. This morning I saw my cat slink onto the patio with a 9” lizard in her mouth. When I picked her up and she released it, it scurried down the spiral stairs! No trace of it so I guess it managed. Last night while I was fixing dinner she came up to the deck with a lizard. Not sure he’ll make it.Ĭatch-and-release only seems to work when I’m around. He was alive, but with a small hole in his side.

She came when she was called, but she had already left a gift for her goddess, a wounded lizard. I ran out back to call the cat ‘cause I definitely didn’t want her getting any of those cute flightless acorns. (This one from the internet, of a family in palo verde blossoms.) I ran for my camera, but of course I missed the photo.

A mom with seven young ‘uns were jumping onto my driveway curb yesterday.

They’re here! The long-waited-for event: baby quail.

Pocket mouse as seen on tv