Lounge Lizard - The Barefoot Kitchen Witch
by Jayne
You've been wondering how Cricket-Catcher's doing, haven't you?
Of course you have.
He lives such an exciting life, especially starting a couple of months ago when Alex got it in his head that we could tame Cricket-Catcher and perhaps allow him periods of time outside his tank - a vacation of sorts - when he could relax on the leaves of the leaning Bird-of-Paradise in the music room and listen to his favorite CDs on shuffle, perhaps, while waiting for the waitstaff (us) to bring him crickets and tiny drinks with even tinier umbrellas in them.
You might remember this post , where Bill had taken the lizard from his tank and attempted to sooth his wild, savage heart with gentleness and lizard-whispering, with Alex looking on, thinking lizard-gentling thoughts.
Didn't really work, and the project was shelved. Wild is wild, and the lizard has no desire to be domesticated, no matter how fancy the cocktails are.
Mid-December, Bill and Alex brought the lizard tank into the bathroom to clean it or prune the philodendron or something. I was in the kitchen. Julia was.............either in the bathroom with the boys and the lizard, or somewhere nearby. Suddenly there was a great excited commotion and I was summoned by one or both offspring. I grabbed my camera (National Geographic theme music pounding in my head, of course) and raced the few feet to the bathroom door.
Once I'd knocked the secret knock and provided the proper password, I was allowed in, and here's what I saw:
As Christmas neared, the kids wrote their letters to Santa, we baked cookies, and so on. A few days later, Alex asked if he could write another letter to Santa, to let him know which stocking was the lizard's, and which of the three smallest stockings belonged to which cat. I said that was a lovely idea, and told Alex to go ahead and write.
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