Friday catblog

This actually happened about a month ago, but it takes me awhile to write about stuff (by the way, did I tell y'all that I met this guy named Scott in my Biology 120 class, and he's so cuteandsmartandwittyandChristian and I luuuuuuurve him.) See what I'm saying? I'm slow on the reporting. Anyway, I was waiting for a Friday to follow the Friday catblogging trend (started by Calpundit and his kitty Inkblot.)

I was about 45% asleep one night (this was actually before the semester ended, so I probably had visions of ventilation/perfusion ratios dancing in my head) when Sophie came running in my bedroom and jumped up on the bed. Okay, that's normal. She ran right to my other pillow, which is also normal. I reached out to pet her, and then left my hand near her - and THEN, my hand started to feel wet. Ack - she's spitting on me! I thought. (That will wake you up fast!) I turned on the lamp and, lo and behold, she's foaming at the mouth. I freaked out, because it was around the June 1st anniversary of my Cinders being killed by the random dog last summer and I was thinking, "I can't lose another cat. Four in one year was enough!"

Sophie, post-froth

So I ran her in to Mom, and then we found Oliver in the laundry room, ALSO foaming. What the heck? And then, we saw the heck. The heck was in the form of a wee little frog that somehow had gotten into the laundry room, and had apparently been sampled by both cats. I was going to be really irate if this tiny frog had poisoned both of my cats, so I called the Animal ER, and was told that frogs have this really bitter taste that make the cats frothy, but that there aren't any poisonous ones in this area.

Ollie, post-froth (the human is my dad)

Whew. So remember chirrun - don't let your cats lick frogs. The results just aren't good for anyone.