"The cat did it!"
She looked at the cat as it neared the bedroom door.
"Don't come in," she said. The cat calmly walked in, its velvety paws silencing its actions. It walked up to the cupboard and peered through the cupboard door which was slightly ajar.
"Is is a lizard?" she asked the cat.
The cat kept silent. It extended it's white paw and pulled the door open a little wider. Then it slid its body between the crack and disappeared behind the cupboard door.
She didn't move, expecting to hear a struggle between the cat and the lizard-- but there was no sound. She walked cautiously towards the cupboard and pulled the door wide open.
The cat was perched on one of the cupboard racks. There was no lizard.
"What are you doing there?" she asked, and said, "Come out, you silly cat."
She reached out her hand and carried the cat out. "What were you sitting on?" she asked, as she peered into the cupboard rack.
She picked it up and turned it over. It was a picture of them.
"Meowie," she sighed. "Why?"