I awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of Nemo [our cat] calling out in her best “mother cat” voice. You know–the deeper, prolonged, purr-meows. I heard her coming into our room and, as I turned over to shush her, she leaped up onto the bed and dropped next to my pillow the lizard that she had caught.
I looked at it, (though, in the semi-darkness, I could not tell if it was looking back at me) and it paused a moment before beginning to creep away. At its movement, she snatched it up again and happily tripped from the room, mewling to herself as she went.