Wednesday, 14 October 2009

Just call me the frog catcher

So last night again we had to rescue a frog that was under attack from one of the darn cats from next door. I managed to grab it and get it in a bucket that we kept in the garage until after dark and the cat had gone.

At least on this occasion my daughter wasn't in the garden screaming like mad... not at the violence of the cat but just because the frog kept hopping towards her!!


  1. I love froggies... I just can't help it. They're cute. My husband despises them. :O)

  2. I can remember finding a completely flattened frog once. I think my cat was the culprit, oops!