As "per request":http://feralboy.com/log/archives/001214/#comments, I have some carnage pictures today. Manson brought in another lizard this morning. I can always tell when he's got something, because he's just pleased as can be with himself; making little trilling sounds and rubbing up against my leg.

This time I figured I found it too late, as it was dead on it's back. Manson would flip it up in the air occasionally, and it would go plop. Then I noticed that when the cat wasn't looking he would try and sneaky sneaky crawl away. That little fucker was just _playing_ dead! So, rescued this one too, much to kitty's dismay.