tailless skink tales - continued

The cat's patience and focus is admirable, enviable. She's determined single-minded, and had been staking out the garden shed for hours. I went out and came home a few hours later and found her patience rewarded. A dead skink belly-up on my kitchen floor.

Surprise to me: skinks have red blood, just like us.

No sign of cat though. She's back at the shed. Staking out another one. Her cat-brain logic says if there was a skink there before there'll be another one now. That's probably true. But it's bloody minded.