Donna in Hollywoodland

The Cat and Her Lizard

Cinnamon the Cat had alittle friend staying over at our apartment, whom she neglected to tell me about. Looks like my Pet had a Pet.

Early this morning as I was leaving for work, I noticed Cinnamon. I had left the Duster laying on the floor by the phone last time I was cleaning around the apartment. It was just some poofy stuff on a long handle that I used to dust with.
Cinnamon was biting at it. Not really playing with it. Like she was trying to grab it with her teeth.
I picked it up, and threw it down on the telephone stand next to the telephone.
"Cinnamon, stop playing with that. Its not one of your toys".
Cinnamon laid down on the couch and gave the Duster no more attention.

I come home tonight. I notice the little light blinking on the phone to say I have a message.
I pick up the phone and am listening to the message, when I look down at the Duster and scream !
There is a greenish-grey Lizard sitting right on top of the duster.

I start to panic. I call the landlord, no answer. I can't tell if its dead or alive.
I tap at the kitchen counter. I think I see it move.
I can't deal with this myself. I am an animal lover, but I don't know anything about Lizards.

There are two 20 something year old guys that live in the next two apartments over. I knock on the first door, but he's not home - he's never home, who knows where he really lives. So I go down to the next apartment and knock "Hi,its your neighbor from Apt #. I hate to bother you, but there is a Lizard in my apartment."
The 20 something year old guy answers the door.
I repeat "There is a Lizard in my apartment, would you mind helping me with it ?"

He comes over. He looks at the telephone stand.
"Wow, there is a Lizard in your apartment."
I say "I don't know how it got here."
He asks "Did your cat bring it in?"
I'm like, "No, she's an indoor cat. I usually keep the duster under the sink, so maybe it came through the pipes somehow".

I am wondering if the Lizard was actually on the Duster when I was actually dusting. Poor thing.

We take the Duster out to the front of the building. My neighbor shakes the Lizard off into the bushes.
He hands me the Duster. I say "Oh, I am throwing this away, yuck".
And I say to my 20-something year old neighbor "Thanks for helping me with that. I never would have been able to handle it myself."

Nice 20-something young man, helping a middle-aged woman get a Lizard out of her apartment.

About an hour later, once the panic dies down, I think "Oh, I should have taken a picture with my new cell phone camera." Funny how I didn't think of that while I was panicking.