Look closely and you'll see the little frog that has taken up residency in our garage for the summer. He has become the favorite play-toy for our four cats (they are ever so gentle), and he is a wonderful late night companion when I am shuttling flowers back and forth from our kitchen to the flower shed outside. At each passage, he hops along beside me, boldy staring up at me with those big, dark, pop-eyes. He has it made with the cats' water bowl for his swims, and as we leave the light on in the garage, bugs get fried then fall to the garage floor nicely grilled for him. For a bed, he sleeps inside Don's work boots. Good digs.
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