One Toad Photography
Today was a revelation. I, Hiro the Elegant, the Regal, the Supreme, have discovered a throne most unexpected: the mop bucket. At first glance, “this thing” appeared mundane. A peasant’s tool. But upon further inspection—and a daring leap—I nestled in. And lo! It hugs my majesty’s figure just right. The curve of the plastic, the […]
Good morning everyone. How are you doing these days?
The leaves are crunchy, the air is chilly, and my hiney? Still sensitive. I don’t understand why Mom and Dad get so upset when I sit on things. Outside, the concrete is freezing, so I sit on Arya. She’s warm and squishy. Inside, I seek out the softest, coziest spot in the house: Mom’s pillow. […]
Shot settings: Shot with a Canon EOS R3 RF100-500mm @ 300mm ISO 100 f8 1/500s
Dear Diary, It’s me, Ace — professional mischief-maker and nighttime fetch champion. Last night was a blast. Dad thought he could sleep through the night… ha! I gave him a few polite meows, but he didn’t budge. So I did what any respectable cat would do — I made biscuits on his face until he […]
These are the shot settings for this image: Canon EOS R3 RF100-500mm @ 472mm ISO 4000 f7.1 1/500s
Dear Diary, Let it be known: my butt is far too precious to touch concrete. I am not a peasant. I am Reggie the Regal, and I demand a throne. A plush one. Or, in a pinch, a conveniently placed animal. Today, I found the perfect solution: Hiro. She’s soft, warm, and surprisingly compliant when […]
Dear Diary, Life is good. I’m getting all the Reggie rubs I deserve, snuggles galore, and the occasional snack when I flash my “I’m the good one” eyes. Honestly, I’ve earned it. Especially after surviving another day with Bellatrix the Menace. Just the other day, I witnessed her dart under Dad’s foot while he was […]
Dear Diary, Today was almost my last. I was lounging innocently on the stair landing, contemplating the meaning of life (and kibble), when the chief prison guard thundered up the stairs like a rhinoceros in a rage. I swear on my last Temptations treat—I barely escaped with my tail intact. One more inch and I’d […]
Dear Diary, Something very strange is happening. Mysterious noises keep coming out of my butt. I’m not proud. I’m not even sure it’s me. At first, I blamed Hiro—she’s been smelling like expired tuna lately and everyone’s been talking about it. But then… the noises came when I was alone. LOUD noises. Like a trumpet […]
Dear Diary, It has come to my attention that everyone in this house is talking about how I “stink.” The betrayal. The audacity. The lack of foot rubs. I am a dignified elder, a former star of Hairy Kitten and the Chamber of Catnaps, and I demand respect—not rude commentary about my scent profile. Yes, […]
Dear Diary, Let’s get one thing straight: my butt is royalty. It does not touch the ground unless the surface meets my very specific standards of softness, plushness, and overall hiney luxury. Outside? Forget it. I sit on Arya. She’s warm, fluffy, and doesn’t complain (much). Inside? I require the finest blankets, cushions, or laps. […]