The Gift that keeps on Ribiting.
Just brought in one of these:
That didn’t look this happy.
Cat came yowling into the house,
sounding like he was dying.
I didn’t know there was a frog,
or that it wasn’t happy until
Stepped away from his “gift.”
That’s when this:
Jumped away, and into my office like it owned the place.
So here I sit, typing my blog, hoping that frogs aren’t attracted to stinky feet wearing 50 cent flip-flops.
If the are….I’m doomed, I tell you…. DOOMED!!!