Simmy had awakened at 3:00, 5:20, 7:29 and 9:24... all in the a.m.
Oldest construction son had put the cat in the gazebo at 5:20 a.m. so Simmy felt she should let him out for a fresh green blade of grass nibble.
She put on the coffee and walked outside to put the cat on his leash. He walked straight toward a succulent piece of summer vittles and attacked it from the middle, making mouth smacking sounds of enjoyment.
Half an hour later, Simmy was ready to get to work, writing her novel, but before she got all engrossed in the task, she thought she'd better check on the cat. He had a habit of winding his leash around any leg of summer furniture sitting on the lawn and then standing in the hot sun, fur coat on, waiting for a rescue.
Simmy opened the back door and a swift movement, right next to the door, had her shriek and close the screen door swiftly.
A frog had jumped for safety and hidden his head under a cobweb that had grown around a thistledown seed, next to the fence post.
He seemed to be in a "if I can't see her, she can't see me" delusion so Simmy creaked the screen door open slowly and stepped outside to release the cat from his leash.
The cat didn't even notice the frog and when Simmy got the camera ready to take a few photos of this frog prince... he seemed to be doing some serious tricep toad training.
"Well look at you! Trying to get those triceps all buff for your lady, are you?"
The frog prince answered, "Um, I'm wearing my camouflage here. You're not supposed to be able to see me?"
"Have you been living under the nasturtium all summer?"
He refused to answer any more questions.
"Good thing I've been watering my flowers then, yes? You'd have had a hard time finding a wet environment on the prairies this summer. OH! You don't really like water... gotcha!"
With one jump, he turned his body and Simmy bustled back into the house.
"He looks a tad grimm," she punned.
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