Of course it was once a lovely little frog.
It met with a sad end whilst we were away on holiday. The culprit, this frog liking fiend…
This was Poppy’s first victim as far as I’m aware. Usually she’s very gentle and every one of her prey I’ve set free without a single mark or scratch on them. Well that excludes the flies and weird wasps things she catches, plays with and eats! Maybe she thinks she is a frog and wants to make friends with them, who knows.
It’s the funniest thing to see your cat looking at you with two massive frogs legs dangling from her mouth. Not that I’m happy she catches them of course. I love all animals (except cockroaches). The frogs have a brilliant survival strategy to escape her clutches – playing dead. It gives me a chance to get them to the pond and safety.
This little black and white monster is also partial to moths, and has brought in some real beauties. I manage to release them too, and they flutter off probably thinking ‘What the hell just happened to me!’
Thankfully she doesn’t have much to do with mice or birds, and only brings in the occasional pigeon feather to play with. Do I have the strangest cat, or what?
To finish, I thought I’d share a couple of pictures from the pre-Poppy days.
I really love these little guys…