Baby scores a lizard

Baby, my fairly feral girl, was sitting on the night table as she
often does in the morning, watching stuff outside and wishing she
could be out there. Suddenly I heard a peculiar yip sound, I looked at
her, and she was staring up the wall at a small lizard maybe 8' up. It
was too high for me to easily coax into a cup or box, so I figured
that I'd wait until something else happened.

The lizard then moved up another 6" or so. Baby let out a pair of
yips, and simply jumped 6' or so right up the wall, knocked the lizard
to the floor, and the chase was on. I had no idea a cat could jump
that high from a standing start.

It was not really a fair contest and within a few seconds Baby had it
in her mouth. Then she let it go, chased it, and so on. Finally she
just watched it on the rug and I swooped in, picked it up, and
transported it outside. It still had all its appendages and seemed in
surprisingly good shape considering what had just happened. It was
certainly still alive. I put it in the grass, wished it a good
journey, and went back inside where I saw Baby looking all over for
the lizard.

Cats really are astonishingly hard wired killers, and sadistic as
well. Maybe that's reading too much into it, there's probably a reason
that they've evolved to play with their food, but Baby wasn't even
hungry. She had no intention of eating it.

Oh, while this was going on, Scooter watched carefully, taking notes.
He closed in while Baby tortured the lizard, observing. All I can add
is, I'm glad that I'm bigger than the kitties.