Cats vs. the Tree Frogs

Every morning I wake up and go outside with my first cup of coffee. My back porch is screened in, but there are gaps. During the night, I swear every tree frog in the vicinity comes onto the porch. Well, I love the little buggers because they are so cute. There little green legs with there long toes are enchanting. To me anyway. To my cats, they're a snack. And so, the race is on. I go onto the porch, and my animals follow me. Well, in the past few days, I've had to race my cats to get to the cute little green hoppers before pumpkin, snickers and pixie do. I lost the battle this morning. Pumpkin killed one before I could get them all in safe places. I scan the windows, the ground, the cracks in the walls looking for frogs and at the same time, my cat's are as well. Unfortunately, cats are better stalkers than I am. This morning, I went to rescue a little green man from Pixie and Snickers and in the process made him jump, right onto Pixie's face! She scrunched her nose up and shook her head but the frog hung on. I finally extracted him and placed him outside before they could gulp him up. Only one frog lost his life this morning, and I feel terrible. Happily, I rescued three before the gobblers got him. Tomorrow, it will start all over again.