The cat ate the frog yesterday.

Just days after a flock of crickets ate the bearded dragon.

Both the frog and lizard were alive before their sudden and unfortunate demise.

I found the cat belly up asleep on my son's bed, licking his chops, a mere five feet away from the crime scene. The frog was gone. The bearded dragon was paralyzed over Thanksgiving break by a malfunctioning heated rock that fell on top of him causing spinal cord injury not allowing him to hunt for his food (crickets) anymore. Therefore the lizard was eaten alive by it's prey while we were gone. Call PETA! The wound on his back, upon our return, was rated R for ridiculously disgusting. Who knew that crickets were carnivores? Lesson learned. RIP Froggie and Rex. My sensitive son took the news much better than I anticipated - I thank his obsession with Animal Planet for that. "Can I just get a lock on my door?" he asked after I explained that the cat ate his frog. At least he didn't ask for a new puppy.