They're calling from inside the house

My sweet little psychotic cat decided to make an end-run around me while I was taking out the trash this morning.  And she brought in a live baby iguana.  After playing with it for 15 minutes (I'll spare you the videos of her playing air hockey under the dining table, although they can be found on my Vine and Twitter), she was nice enough (to me) to eat it on the tiles and not the carpeting.  Apparently it didn't taste as good as the pork I was cutting for her, because she ate only the front end as an appetizer and left the rest for me to dispose of.  And happily chomped away at her pork tenderloin.