The Cat & the Lizard

Once upon a time there was a lizard. He was big and strong, royal blue with a yellow head and tail. This lizard, Lenny, had a good life. He grew up in Maitama, the posh area of Abuja, and was free to roam the walls of a lovely human life-camp.

Living in the very same area as Lenny, was a cat. She was small and agile, white with a custard splash. She too had a good life. There were plenty of games to be had and playing in the shrubbery provided her with lots of cover for ambushing small passers by.

Time passed and poor Lenny grew sick. He began to grey, and mobility became an issue. He had to rest often. Sometimes even appearing not to breathe. He began to confuse the humans, who thought him dead each time they spotted him on the concrete.

One day, inevitably, the cat and Lenny came face to face. There was a tense moment, but the cat was fooled by Lenny, and thought he was dead. Sensing no promise of play the cat left Lenny to himself.

OH! But not for human intervention, maybe Lenny would be crawling the walls today. Those horrible humans arrived home one day to find Lenny looking most dead on the doorstep. They looked and stared. Not a single breath appeared to raise Lenny's ribcage. He was on the doorstep. Someone fetched a broom.

Attracted by the outdoors activity the cat approached.

Lenny felt a prod from the broom. He twitched his leg and found himself pushed, speeding across the concrete. The cat pricked up her ears. Her whiskers quivered. She sensed another twitch from Lenny's limbs. She crouched, tense, alert. Then, suddenly, she pounced.

A bit of a nauseating crunch crunch later and poor Lenny was half the lizard he once was. The bottom half to be precise.

I wanted to vom. Bleeeuuuurrrggghhhh.