Tuesday night. Woken up at three or so by a horrible and strange noise. Went back to sleep. In the morning I couldn't find Cassie. When I can't find her I put my hand into Andy's underwear drawer under the bed and usually find her curled up there-and there she was. I got up and started to make tea. I heard Andy say 'She's got a frog!' He had it on my side of the bed on the floor but it got back under the bed. So, she had brought it in at three in the morning, dropped it under the bed, gone to sleep in the drawer then got up and started bothering it in the morning. I had no time to look for the frog so we left the door shut, and a bowl of water in there-as if a frog gets that. When I got home from work I lifted the mattress, hoovered and looked for the frog-I couldn't find it but thought it must have died somewhere. I gave up, resigned to waiting for the dessicated frog to materialise in a few weeks time.
Wednesday night. About three. 'Rragh, rragh.' 'She's got another frog'. I got up to see-and found a poor fat frog in the corner in the hall by the mirror. It was dusty and dry looking like it had spent twenty four hours under a bed. I am sure it was the same one! It had survived. So I put on my dressing gown, picked it up (frog lifting is one of my skills!) and took it to the pond. The upstairs neighbours lights were all on, and as I glanced towards their flat I was confonted with a fully naked neighbour man. From the back. I looked away quickly but it was strange and all added to the funny frog story in my mind! We have told every neighbour upstairs that their bathroom needs a blind but none of them have listened, so this is not a one off experience! We try to avoid it but sometimes it is foist upon us!
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Whoa....very funny story! Can't say I've had either experience where we live. My kitty brings rats, mice, and shrew and thankfully the man across the lane from us always hid behind the fence when he layed out naked in the sun!
A dusty frog and a naked man. Never a dull moment at Sarah's place. Frog lifting is a very fine skill to have, especially when you have a Cassie.
Yes, great story. Couldn't make it up and all that...
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Hahaha!! Sorry I just can't stop laughing, all I can see is you outside with a frog, and a naked man next door.
I'm sure this would make a great scene for a movie.
I don't know what's funnier, the frog or the neighbour! Amazing how much drama you can have without even leaving the house!
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Having read your other posts up to here, I now see the relevance of the naked neighbour.
I remember when I'd just had my first baby, (my daughter), and the midwife (or health visitor) came to visit. One of our cats, (we had two gorgeous black sisters at the time), brought in a live bird. It just added to the chaos- two boxer dogs, two cats, one bringing live presents in for us, and a new baby. Ahhh, they were the days.
Too funny! I remember the last time Tigger brought home a frog. He was foaming at the mouth! We had to put his mouth under the faucet. We were afraid that whatever defense mechanism the frog let off was poisonous. We still laugh about it!
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