Sita said the toad was big, much bigger than any of the other toads she has ever seen in the area, so she named it Jabba the Toad.
“Many evenings, I would sit on the steps of the porch and work with Mr. Kitty, the recovering feral cat who lives outdoors, letting him acclimate to me, eventually allowing me to brush and touch him. Jabba, on the other hand, would let me get very close, but I never tried to touch it.”
Some evenings, Jabba would be sitting inches away from Mr. Kitty but Sita could not get a picture of the two of them because Mr. Kitty would always run away.