we "have" a gecko...he lives in our house and makes little gecko sounds (at times it sounds like he's laughing, at others as if he's blowing kisses)...we recognize "our" gecko because he once lost his tail, and the new one isn't quite as long as the first one!...we always joke about it being our pet...but, yesterday I realized I DO care for that gecko!....

We heard him outside our dining room window and, a few seconds later I heard the sound of our clothesline (which is wire) hitting the glass and the iron bars on the window...Tonio likes to sit on that window sill, so I figured he was attacking the gecko...I ran outside yelling: NO, Tonio, DON'T!!!...only to find Nanny taking clothes off the line....Tonio was on the opposite side of the garden, and gave me this (?) look, that seemed to say: "hey, crazy lady, why are you yelling at me for? and why are you on the WRONG side of the garden?? can't you see I'm here, just sunbathing?" ...you know how cats can say so much with just one stare....

I felt really silly!...but, grateful that he wasn't trying to catch our gecko!