It’s been raining a lot lately, so look who turned up on the Catio.
Did you invite him, ma?
I wonder what would happen if I do this.
Whereupon Mr. Frog gave a mighty leap to the chair.
Bugs ponders his next move.
The only possible response:
Mr. Frog’s response was to flatten himself down into a micron-thin puddle. I’ve never seen such a flattened frog.
You just never know about the frogs around here. Some of them are poisonous.* So I ushered Mr. Frog outside the Catio into the great outdoors. Where Mr. Frog could carry on being a frog without further interference from this quarter.
*I could have misidentified the frog in the previous post as a Fowler’s toad. Orange legs . . .
Photo by Patrick Coin
. . . suggest it might have been a Cope’s gray tree frog.
Gray Tree Frog (Hyla versicolor
No frogs were harmed in the making of this post.
catself 
We have frogs…actually we think they are toads…around here, too. But we’ve never had the chance to play with one.
How fun! We don’t get frogs around here – it’s too dry. We don’t even get toads.
The owl and the pussycat went to sea in a beautiful pea green boat….. sing along everyone!
My sister just moved to Charleston, and her cats have staring contests with the lizards on the porch. Not quite frogs but I love cat shenanigans!
Glad he is safe 🙂
Bugs and Frogs! Entertainment all around the catio!