Silly Skink on a hot Saturday

I was getting ready to go down and support our footballers fundraiser when the cat ran in, looked at me and spat out a skink.  She wandered over to her food after dropping her present the skink took off to the corner and hid under the broom.  I picked up the broom and it was right in the middle of the bristles.  It was so happy it didn't want to escape.

I don't know who was sillier: the cat or the skink.