An Ol’ Broad’s Ramblings
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The Mr wanted to show Jr a toad that was outside. Said toad needed to stay outside, even after Jr looked at it. Well, Jr….being Jr…..just had to bring Mr. Toad in the house. She proudly announced she had name it Hermit. I have no idea why. She names some of the oddest things. Mr. Toad decided Jr wasn’t going to keep him ‘locked up’, and proceeded to do what toads do….jump…..all over the place.
Mr. Toad was on my couch table for a short while; he then decided to check out the leg of said table. All the while, Jr was trying to keep Mr. Spot from making said toad a play toy. sigh…. Once we were able to get him/her back on the floor, I was able to use a plastic cup to cover him and use a dust pan to scoop him up.
Mr. Toad is safely back in the wilds of the flower bed.
I wonder if I’m going to allow her to see her 16th birthday?
Disclaimer: No toads were harmed in the making of this exciting Saturday adventure.
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Psst, that’s not a toad, it looks to be an Eastern Gray Tree Frog (although sometimes they are green). They are great singers.
Toad….frog….it hops…..what the hell was it doing in my house? LOL
It was just messin’ with the kitties!!
I absolutely LOVE it *sarcasm* when my kids (otherwise know as my cats) bring in a kill that isn’t quite killed yet!! They go nuts, and so do I as we have a mouse running around the house, or worse yet, a bird flying around. Not fun! But we’ve replaced the screen three times, and they still find a way to break through it – even tried duct tape!
I use to have an outdoor country cat who made it a habit of laying eviscerated creatures right by my bed, so I’d would find the ‘gift’ when I got up. Ever stepped in gopher guts? Chipmunk chunks? First thing in the morning? sigh…
I usually get mouse gallbladders or bird heads. Although he’s been known to take down a pheasant now and again. Ya just gotta love ‘em, don’t ya?
Gopher guts – eeewwww :p
Oh yes….wonderful when you have a raging headache a hangover. Heh.
I wouldn’t know what that feels like
I wish I didn’t. Glad it’s not a current issue. LOL
Back in the day, I could never be sure if it was something that the cat dragged in, or something I dragged in – or something I – hmmm, how can I delicately say this – relieved myself of. And I hate ending a sentence in a preposition!
I had a cat growing up and she came into my bed making strange mewing sounds, I turned on the light and she had a mouse… and when she gave it to me, it took off running. You see, she was just playing with it and wanted me to play too LOL
Bless their little cat brains!
I truly couldn’t live without them. I’ve had coworkers declare that if anything should ever happen to my dear hubbie (God forbid), they are certain I would turn into a “cat lady”. I wholeheartedly agree! He’s the only reason I only have three.