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Cold Blooded.

    by Jon Hassinger

A baby lizard was murdered this weekend, in Fort Lauderdale.

I sipped my coffee Sunday morning watching the gecko tip-toe on the tile floor of my porch. Normally these little guys move at lightening speed.  Imagine being on a speeder bike, from Star Wars.

But this one was taking his time, strolling along on this hot early Sunday morning. Then, without notice, a giant black paw came slamming down on him! Not killing, but scaring and stunning the crap out of the tiny reptile.

It was my cat, Buddy. Who most likely spotted the intruder from inside the dryer, his normal resting place.

The lizard began jumping and bouncing around, trying to avoid what eventually became imminent doom. But the more he wiggled, the more Buddy became interested and wanted to play.

Mouse seemed to be interested. But Buddy was the pure aggressor, here. Which is odd, because in the wild the female cats do all the dirty work....

But before Mouse could participate in the carnage, Buddy had ended it....

Yes. He ate it. He wasn't "playing" with the gecko, he was out for cold blood. Literally.

He ate everything but the right leg. ..

He's a bad ass.