Be Careful What You Wish For!
As is often the case, I’ve placed my fingers on the keyboard, not having a clue what I’m going to write about in this post.
Sunday evening I was lying in bed watching television. To many of you this may appear strange, but as I live alone, other than my two cats, I can see no point in my having to sit up on the sofa to watch television when I have a perfectly comfortable bed from which I can view the night’s entertainment.
Anyway, to cut to the chase…I thought my ‘Valentine’ had found me…finally, particularly after putting out the ‘call’ in my previous post! Both cats were on alert, their ears pricked and their luminous eyes staring towards the glass sliding door that leads out to my patio area. ‘Valentine’ would have to be agile of foot as I have many potted and hanging plants that act not only as beautification, but as an obstacle course for anyone daring to venture forth. Remy and Shama’s actions caused me interest, so putting the remote control down carefully, I slipped out of my comfortable bed to investigate the cause or object of their inquisitive behaviour.
Alas, alack and woe! It wasn’t ‘Valentine’, though my heart was all a-flutter in expectation. On the floor beside my hall-stand (I don’t have a hall nor a hallway!), was my friendly skink (lizard…he’s about 12 inches long).
Once again, I grabbed my ever-ready broom. Sneakily, I crept up on Mr. Skink, gently pulled open the sliding door and eased him outside where he rightfully belongs!
Then I began to wonder…like in the story about kissing the frog that turned into a prince, perhaps I should have planted a big smooch on Mr. Skink and he might have turned into ‘Valentine’! This thought arrived too late, however. Mr. Skink had already joined his fellow skinks in the darkness of night, probably grumbling to himself for missing his favourite television programme.