Addendum to The Frog Tale

Despite a higher shelf, a new home in a pink cereal bowl, and a large lid, Greystripe found the survivor from yesterday’s Frog Box disaster.

Adrienne was devastated when she heard the news.

“But I rescued him!” she said.

She couldn’t get her arms around the idea that the cat foiled us again—her frogs were gone.

Today, we have a new frog box—one with green, blue, and white rocks, with a bamboo stalk that arks under the lid like a palm tree, and this time with three small frogs the like to huddle near a large shiny blue rock in the corner.

One frog has white spots (or probably more accurately described as pigment-free). That’s Adrienne’s favorite one.

“That one with the white is the ghost of the one I lost yesterday.” Somehow this idea makes her happy. And if she’s happy, I’m happy.

Now the only question is where to set them where the cat won’t find them.