Friday Morning: Writing Prompt Exercise

The cats are acting strangely. Not ours; the outside ones. Four of them have appeared in the last week or so. One black, two gray tabbies, a big sleek orange Tom, striped and naive-faced. Their paths cross as they travel through our yard. They pay each other no mind. Each has their own agenda.

One of the grays is big and shaggy. He is ruffed, like a lion. In the evening, he goes down, alongside the curb until he's near the culvert pipe. There are frogs there, big, fat, juicy and delicious....