Escape from Al-cat-raz

I slept in my lounge last night, because there was a cool breeze coming through the back doors and I thought it might make me sleep better in the heat. One of my cats woke me in the night, wanting to go outside, so I opened the door slightly and went back to bed.

A while later, there was some commotion in the dark. Every now and then, she likes to play soccer with whatever is around at the time. Generally, it's one of my shoes or a sock. After listening to her for a while and her ignoring my pleas to shut up, I got up to see what she was fussing over. She was playing with a tiny lizard that she'd brought inside. I was quite surprised, because neither of my cats are very good at catching anything. (Although, when I was living with the stranger, they both used to bring marsh frogs into the house and we'd have to walk them down to the lake and let them loose. They never killed any that I knew of.)

So, I rescued the little lizard, took him outside, and sent him on his way.

Five hours later, I was sitting here posting on a message board when something caught my eye. It seems my girl was busy last night, but one of her little toys got away...and was hiding in my shoe. I saw him doing a bit of an area survey to see if it was safe to leave, so I thought I better help him out.