Adventures in cat-sitting

Frosty the cat adores me. At least when her people are out of town. That's her, rolling in my lap during one of my brief evening visits to scoop her litter box, collect mail and water the garden while her people are vacationing. She's a drooler and a weirdo, and was named for her frostbitten (or otherwise mutilated) ears. And after I watered the plants with the little watering can, an indignant tree frog stuck his head out and gave me a look. And I met the famous toad, in the driveway. Got so excited I forgot to turn the water off and had to come back.