Madame came to visit me in Florida yesterday. We took a little tour around the town and stopped off at Alvin's Alligator and Sea Shell Farm. It got scary when Madame jumped the guard rail, into the algae-laden swamp and started to wrestle one of the monstrous lizards. She straddled the beast and had it in a choke hold, whirling about in a dizzying blur of punching and snapping. She subdued the ferocious creature and managed to pry it’s snout open with her claws and proceeded to stick her head inside it’s mouth! The crowd went wild, and she took many bows and shook her clasped hands above her head in a show of victory. That’s when the alligator came back for round two, it cracked it’s jaws down on her skirt and drug her back into the swamp and under the water. It was hard to make out what was going on with bits and pieces flying in every direction, an ear spiraling into the air and a foot flung off to the left but when it was all over with she was fine, just slightly maimed. Madame was okay too. After all was said and done Madame walked away with a set of luggage, a pair of shoes, and a matching handbag. She promised a visit in the Spring, headed toward the Himalayan mountains in search of the illusive Yeti. I fear for that poor Yeti, but Madame said she needs a new fur coat.