Most of you aren't familiar with Part I here it is:
Omg, Is that my frog?
This morning, I wake up and walked bleary eyed towards the kitchen.
There's my cat, Ellie (yeah, the crazy one) stalking something by the french doors.
I walk over, ask her what she's doing. Hmmm, she doesn't answer me. lol
Ok, must be a mouse.
Thank goodness for timers on coffee pots. lol

, I get a nice cup of coffee headed toward the living room to watch the news. Now Ellie, is accross the dining room by the hutch. I sit down and turn on the news.
Out of the corner of my eye I see something jump. High. I mean like really high, a foot off the ground. Wow, must be a moon cricket. They're not really called moon crickets. They're camel crickets but around here we call them moon crickets. Don't ask me why. lol
Anyway, I really don't like to see Ellie kill anything and as much as I loath moon crickets I figured I save it.
Well, as I'm walking toward Ellie, I see it's bigger than a moon cricket.
Very carefully, I nudge Ellie with my foot. (If you've read about my cat, you know why I didn't just pick her up. LOL)
I look down and it's a little frog......OMG is that my frog??
Heart pounding, I scoop it up and rush to the frog tank, and.......wait a minute, both of my ADF's are in there.
So I hurried into the kitchen and get a paper bowl. I dip the bowl in the nearest fish tank, put just a little water in it and put the frog in. Poor thing is full of fuzz and cat hair.
I look real close at the little guy in the bowl. Nope, no webbed feet.
He was the same bownish color as my ADF's but he had a green stripe from nose to rear.
He looked pretty good. Limbs in tact, eyes clear, no bad wounds (I suspect the green stripe is a wound)
Carefully, I wash him off, pluck the cat hair and fuzz off of him and briefly think, I wonder what I could keep him in.
But, no, he belongs to the wild so I released him outside.
I sat for a little while and watched him hop away under the deck until I lost site of him amongst the leaves and weeds.
Now, I can finally have my coffee and wonder how a frog got into the house.
Whew, so, no, that wasn't my frog......this time.
