Flat out like a lizard

 They demand our attention and behave appallingly at the best opportunities.  A quiet cup of coffee with my neighbour is served with the tragic serenade of cocker spaniel at the back door determined that a bird requires retrieving from the fire place.  Mistakenly I might add.  Then my quick email on the computer results in a fur lined keyboard with attached motionless cat lying over rendered functionless keys to divert my attention.  Whatever we are doing, they are never far away.  They are number one priority and it's their job to remind us on a regular basis.  And at 5am.  Max feels responsible for wake up calls but misunderstands days off. His day whilst subject to early rising ends only an hour or so later as he retires to our bed for a reasonable 12 hours of shut eye.  A few days ago he took his afternoon sun on the dining table and cast his lordly glance out of the window to the flock below.  He then began a growling wail and call of distress that would normally indicate a predator cat or worse, trip to the vet.  Since neither were present I thought I would venture out to the garden to see what was causing his upset.  As I approached the side of house under the window, a thick blue tongue lizard tail scurried under the house.  It had been soaking up the sun on the warm stones until his cover was blown.  Given Max is an indoor cat with as much natural instinct as a velvet cushion I was surprised to see that he considered the lizard to be of concern.  Maybe he watches Swamp People while we are out.  Anyway, he calmed down when the lizard legged it and went back to chatting to the starlings.  Too much excitement for one day.