A Tree Frog On The Inside It is a rare occasion when I actually do something like this.At my age, I suppose I could get away with something. I guess I am simply not old enough.Several weeks ago, I happened to look out the back window and saw a kitty walking across our backyard. A small idea sneaked into my head. Maybe I could find some kitty treats and feed the kitty.It is not that my wife doesn’t like kitties; she just does not like them on our property. No way she would ever, and I mean ever, condone some kitty living on our property. However, my thought was, what if she does not know?I’ve always heard that what your wife does not know can not hurt you. So, I put together a very sneaky plan.I went and got a dish for the kitty as well as a bag of kitty food. I truly thought I could pull this off.On the back porch, I place the dish and filled it with kitty food. I pushed it to the side so that you couldn’t see it in the window. I’m not an expert when it comes to sneaky, I’m still an amateur.A tiger like kitty had found the dish and was feasting on the food. I knew I had to take things slow. I did not want to frighten the kitty.I kept this up for many days, quite proud of myself that I wasn’t caught yet. I thought there was a chance I wouldn’t get caught and I was living on that opportunity.Instantly I recognized the voice and had to be very careful so that I didn’t trip up on anything.“I’m just enjoying the backyard scenery. It looks so lovely in the evening shadows.”I sighed very deeply trusting I’d escaped being found out.Finally I was getting to the point where I could open the door very carefully and the kitty wouldn’t get scared and run away. I was not able to pet it yet, but that was in my plans.Then one night something else happened that pleased me deeply. A second kitty joined the back porch kitty diner. I really was ecstatic, but I needed to keep myself calm because I did not want to give my secret away.Around our house, keeping secrets does not really last long.Everything was going fine until one night the kitty came to the porch glass door and began meowing. The knucklehead I am, I meowed back.At that exact moment, my wife happened to walk into the kitchen area where the glass porch door was. She heard me meow and said,”There better not be a kitty on the porch!”“I don’t need any old cat on our backyard”I wanted to answer, but I did not.“I hope you are not feeding it!”Do I need to call a lawyer?At that moment, she went up into the door to open it so she could shoo the cat away and there on the inside of the doorway was the largest tree frog I have ever seen. When she saw that, she cried, the kitty ran and the frog jumped inside the property.It’s been a long time since I have seen the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage dancing.It was all I could do from laughing hysterically. I tried to control it, but you know how that works. The more I tried to restrain my laughter that the louder it got.Where’s my cell phone when I need it?She ran, got a broom, came back and swept outside. I haven’t seen that frog since.So, being in a sense of humorous insanity, I said, and I almost regret saying it,”Which do you need? The kitty or the frog?”She looked at me holding her broom in a really dangerous way and finally she broke down laughing.Life is full of choices. Some of our choices are not of our choosing. Sometimes it is choosing the better of the worse.Since then we have had two kitties come to our backyard every evening to enjoy the kitty food that I put out there in the kitty dish. I have not seen the frog, but I sure have been thinking about that frog ever since.“What are you grinning at?”“Nothing, I’m just having a happy moment.”“It better not have anything to do with this tree frog.”Thinking about this I was reminded of what David said. “Blessed is the man whom thou choosest, and causest to approach unto thee, that he may dwell in thy courts: we shall be satisfied with the goodness of thy house, even of thy holy temple” (Psalm 65:4).It isn’t important if you are a kitty or a frog only that God has chosen you. Live in that glory daily.