pippin vs. the alligator . . .

the window of the loft . . . my work space . . . sits a few feet above the pool cage.  It is a magnet for beasties large and small.  The largest being a particularly gruesome turkey buzzard who once stared back at me with nary a blink.  The smallest, a diligent spider who keeps building geometric webs the width of the pane, between the glass and the screen.  I regularly eradicate his masterpieces and he regularly shrugs his eight little shoulders and goes back to work.

Yesterday, Pippin was mesmerized by something in that vicinity.  I could hear her chattering and could see her dance, bobbing and weaving against the glass.  I finally got up to investigate.  A miniature alligator had somehow managed to wedge his small plump body under the edge of the screen and was trapped.  Pippin was fascinated.  Hours of feline entertainment.  Today, I will open the window, release the reptile and erase the wee ones artwork. 

Last night when Kidlet called.  I relayed the story.  Kidlet being a bit more realistic than I, would mutter 'Lizard' every time I said 'Alligator'.  It held up conversation a bit, but I do understand her point . . .  Finally, she suggested I start a new blog, strictly from Pippin's perspective.  Hum.  I'm  thinking:  Pippin, Ninja and Bear, Oh My.  Then again, how many cats can read.  Audience level would be at an all time low.  Sigh.