This is Patches. She is a young feline. She is hunting.
Yes, frog legs are considered a delicacy in some circles.
But, Patches’ family is quite shocked over her recent uncontrollable taste for Frog. It is something no decent cat should do.
It is spoken of in hushed tones. Her mother tried her best to get her to change her ways. “Think of your family! Think of your future prospects! Just look at what has happened to your pretty fur, disgraceful!”
Alas, Patches listened respectfully but decided to go her own way, back to the stream. There are frogs to catch down there.
The desire is strong and apparently we’ll just have to wait and see. Will she continue to hunt for amphibians? Only time will tell.
The frog you see in the photos lived to tell of his near demise. I have heard rumor that the frog community is quietly plotting revenge.
On my kitchen windowsill you see: a blue glass vase that reminds me of my mom because she collects blue glass. A fiesta teapot clock is behind the vase. I found it at a tag sale for 10 CENTS! See that piece of wood? It’s something I picked up on a walk, the knot fell out leaving a perfect circle. I stand at the sink and look at the perfect circle and think about God. The piece of wood is in a thingy that you use for canning to keep the rim clean while you add the hot liquids (I don’t know the name of it). I love my old canning jar that I filled w/old white buttons. Last but not least is my little nutmeg grater, a vase of wildflowers that Jacob picked for me, and a small pitcher that has loose change in it. They are all things that I like to look at. 
Good to be Home 