Last night, I heard this strange noise coming from the porch. It was a weird screeching sound, and not suprisingly it came and went as the cat came and went from the porch. There isn't a light out there, and I wasn't sure I actually wanted to look for the flashlight.

Then I saw the cat half and half out of the door fiddling with something, and about ten minutes later he was inside. At first I didn't see what he had because it blended in with the greenish brown carpet.

It was a toad. Not a dead toad. A live toad. He had herded it inside the house. It was sitting there calmly next to the cat who was inordinately proud of himself. It was intact and had no apparent injuries. It did not seem afraid of the cat.

It did however, hop all over the place when I tried to nudge it back out the door, and it took a few minutes for me to grab it and toss out on the lawn and then it shit on my hand.

Brainsalad Home Rule No. #2. The cat may have toad pets, but they must stay outside. If the cat wants to feed his pet, he must bring the food outside rather than bring the toad pet inside to feed it there.