Kitten Meets Frog

The day I learned about the frogs was one of the best days I've had in eons. It all started when I looked up to find Socks sitting on the windowsill, lording over a small pile of the green amphibians. "What the hell Socks! What did I tell you about bringing dead things inside??" The kitten just purred proudly from its perch. "Agh. Just make sure they're gone by the time I get back." Bracing myself for inevitable human contact, I walked to the lobby to get my mail. To my great wonder and astonishment, however, not a single person approached me. The people I passed rushed to and fro, frogs in their hand, pockets, or under their feet. They were all much too preoccupied to notice wrinkled old Boots, with his cane, glasses, and permanently angry eyebrows. It was heaven. I meandered down to the mailroom, marveling at the grumpy expressions on everyone's faces. The mailman had just finished delivering when I arrived. "So...how are you...today..?" I asked, trying to determine for certain the reason behind the collective bad mood. "God, the frogs, they're everywhere! I couldn't sleep last night because the noise! And now they're in the tub, in the pantry, no matter how many you put outside they just keep coming back! Haven't you had the same problem??" I remembered the pile of frogs Socks had collected and smiled. "Not at all." The mailman grunted and turned away, ending the discussion. He ended it! I didn't even have to yell! Face cracking into a grin, I practically skipped back to my room, beaming at the frogs in the halls. Inside, Socks had increased her pile. "Good kitty" I laughed, "What a wonderful day!"