You know, it’s really not that nice to wake up after a thoroughly refreshing night’s deep sleep, move the cat off your legs so that you can stand up and then watch in horror as a severed, half-eaten frog’s hindquarters proceeds to fall off the bed, dislodged by the moving of said kitty.
So obviously Mr. Coco has now become rather adept at hunting our slimy, little jumping friends…
…which would explain why it has become so quiet next to our bedroom window as of late.
But now the question that begs to be asked is this: does he eat the rest of the frog, or just leave it lying around somewhere for us to step on?
Icky.