apon seeing an anole atop a basket by the lamp:
You don’t belong here –
well, its, um, not your home?
well you’re wild and we have cats!
it’s not safe!
how do you think i got here in the first place?
can you not see the scar where my tail has regrown?
have you not noticed how well fed i look?
who are you to say this is not my home?
he is right.
may You find refuge.