Maybe it’s because I’m such a Harry Potter fan, but today, when I found our cat Mister “playing” with a lizard, I didn’t scream and run away. I didn’t shriek and leap up on a chair. I simply blinked, gulped and said, “what IS that, Mister? Is that a mouse? OMIGOD — it’s a LIZARD!!”
After making sure I really wasn’t going to swoon — and after shooing Mister away from his live “toy” — Bob gently picked up the little guy with a paper towel (we didn’t know if we should touch him) and put him in a plastic bowl.
I’ll call Animals in Distress, I said. http://www.idahowildliferescue.org/ (208-367-1026).
Well, it turns out they didn’t really know what to do with a “herp,” but volunteer Mady Rothchild went into action and faster than you could say Kimodo Dragon, Lance, a herp expert called.
I determined our little guy (I named him Sam) was probably a fence lizard.
Lance said as long as it didn’t appear that Sam had any puncture (or worse!) wounds from his Mister encounter, I could probably — very gently — roll him out of the plastic bowl somewhere outside, preferable under a bush, safe from another cat attack. Lance said Sam was probably in shock and that any handling would be traumatic and that Sam needed to get his body temperature in check.
And sure enough, as soon as Sam was out of the bowl, he perked right up and took a very lizard-like stance under my wisteria bush.
So now you will know what to do, should a cat cross paths with a fence lizard at your house!