1. Snakes and cats do not get along.
2. Cats can be bastards.
3. So can snakes.
4. The sh** always hits the fan when you go on vaccation.
My most recent battle royal scenario has promted me to compile a short group of stories of past conflicts for anyones amusment.
I have a savanah cat. For those who don't know these are a serval hybrid. They are house cat sized and like them in many ways, but they look like a cheetah and are much more athletic and wild then the average kitty. I also have a normal calico kitty.
Several years ago while I was away, my father was caring for my menagerie. My 11 year old brother had permission to handle one of my snakes... evidently a responsiblity that he was not ready for. So pops recieves a frantic call from our housekeeper (who is terrified of snakes and not fond of cats) who told him, "There is a snake loose. He is in the room with the big cat. I am outside." After a panicked mad dash through NYC my father arrived home and ran up to my room to find my favorite kingsnake, a nearly 6 foot cal king, backed into a corner. My puppy tame snake was raised halfway off the ground and was hissing and striking so violently that the cat was kept at bay. The only blood spilled were the pricks on the cats nose! One for the blue team.
About a year later I had gone away for the weakend. I had suspected that my dumerils boa was going to give birth soon and asked my father to keep an eye out for babies. This was my first time breeding boas, or any live bearing snake for that matter. She was in a custom made cage that I was reasonably confident would contain the babies as well. No... She threw a litter of slugs with only one live hatchling, wich my father found half eaten in the middle of the floor. One for the red team.
I had a holdback king in a ten gallon tank. While no one was home a cat (i wonder which) must have knocked the tank to the ground shattering it everywhere. Happy accident for him. I found the neonate under the bookshelf with a few gashes and an amputated tail tip. An unhappy tie.
I now live with two other cats and several roomates. I spent the past week in Mexico. Upon my return I recieved a 4 day old message from a roomie saying, "um your room is a mess and if that drawer on the top right of the rack had a snake in it... well it doesn't any more!" I do have a system for stoping my cats from getting into my racks but this particular drawer was turned sideways to allow a different heat gradient. Since my cats have pretty much given up on trying to get into the rack I thought that they wouldn't notice. NO... The little dude (a 2 week old cal king) had a 4 day head start. And there was no garantee that she had not been eaten during whatever ruccus caused an entire bag of aspen to be spread across the floor of the room. I tore apart that room. I tore apart the room next to it. Its 3:00 am and I'm getting pissed. I go to sleep unhappy. I halfheartedly search the rest of the house... Repeatedly. I have dreams of being evicted when said snake if found by neighbors. I jump awake every time I hear the cats playing thinkning they may have found it. Tonight I emptied every pocketbook and backpack in the hallway and low and behold, in the very bottom of the last bag is a very dehydrated little kingsnake! YAY! Then I had a funny thought. Imagine my roomate going out and digging through her purse in macys only to pull out a snake. Heheheheh
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