The first occupants of my water garden were a dozen goldfish, but sadly, they all died within a week(it was a very hot week, so that might be why.) Shortly after their demise, though, a bunch of frogs moved in...since then I've been spending a ridiculous amount of time enjoying their calm amphibious vibes. I love they way they sit immobile for minutes on end (even when I'm right in their weird little faces taking photos.) They lounge on the edge of the pool, or float meditatively amid the plants before disappearing under the water.
The other day there were five of them lined up beside the water. I took their picture, then became occupied with some gardening nearby. I looked up a few minutes later to see my black cat Cole stalking them from a few feet away...even though I didn't really think he'd actually catch any, I picked up a pebble to throw in their midst. Cole was quick though, and before I could toss my rock he made a sudden long leap. The frogs of course were fine--in spite of their usual lack of movement, they can scatter pretty fast. Cole, on the other hand, landed right in the water which is really the worst indignity for a cat. It was very funny. I hauled him out and he retreated to clean himself off with wounded dignity.
(This post has nothing to do with my paintings, OK?)