It is turning into Wild Kingdom around here.
This big guy (or gal?) decided to come to breakfast this morning. What a surprise to find a frog hopping around under the dining room table! To our dismay, he did not ask to sit in our chair and eat out of our golden dish. He didn't want to sleep in our beds, either.
We stared wide-eyed in bewilderment as he crossed the length of the room, and then Sunburst jumped up and grabbed him. He was cold and clammy. I expected that he'd struggle and jump out of her hands, but he just sat there. Complacent. As if he had done all this before.
However, the look on Sunburst's face assured me that she had never held a frog before. She wrinkled up her nose waiting for me to grab the camera. Both Moonshine and Kitty Bill refused to touch him. There was no kissing, no confessions of unkept froggy promises.
Unless you're royalty, frogs don't just hop into your house by themselves. Someone brought this frog in for some fun and games. But who?