Angel's Meow Blog. Tell them about the time we had a strange visitor..

by Karen
(Va Beach, VA)

Being an indoor cat doesn't exactly lend itself to many acts of heroism. But once in a while, a rare opportunity comes up to show them what you're made of, especially if you live on a farm.
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One evening Mama and Papa were going out to dinner. Before leaving the cottage, Mama put her shovel back in the shed instead of keeping it by the front door after gardening. While they were away I took my usual cat watch pose on the sofa, catching forty winks.

When they came home, it was early evening and still light outside. I woke up as Mama walked in the front door. She greeted me across the room.

Then something made her turn around and look twice. Her eyes bugged out and she turned really pale.

A long black garden snake was on the staircase--stretched from the bottom step up to the top. (It's not as bad as it sounds...cuz there are only four steps. He was about three feet long.)

Mama ran quick to get Papa who had stopped to pick up the mail. I could hear her carrying on in the yard. She convinced him...not that it took much...to get the landlord to come help with the snake.

They ran next door and the farmer came over. The snake had disappeared. But being the ferocious feline I am, I was crouched in front of the coat closet door. Waiting. Ready for action.

Mama knew the snake was inside cuz I was in alert mode. Eyes sharpened, ears at attention, really "tuned in" to the closet.

The landlord went to grab his shovel. He could coax the snake to wrap around the handle and take it outside. Mama was kicking herself for putting her shovel away.

Minutes passed and he returned and opened the closet door.

There was no snake!

Mama knew it was hiding in there. She told them as she stood on the chair in the dining room. Angel is waiting so the snake has to be inside.

Maybe the snake is hiding.

So the landlord carefully took Mama's shoes out of the closet. About six pair. Cuz she always slips her shoes off by the front door after gardening. She turned red cuz it took quite a while. Now there is a pile of shoes on the living room floor.

The closet was empty. Still no snake.

Mama knew it had to be there because I stayed vigilant.

An old shelf board was propped up at the back of the closet.

The landlord jerked it away.

THE SNAKE!!!! It was all wrapped up tight. Mama said a prayer that the snake would leave peacefully and not try to make a run for it.

When prodded with the end of the shovel, it curled around the handle and was quickly taken outside. WHEW! "A garden snake is good for mice and rodents," he told us taking it to the woods.
Things got quiet again, except for all the murmurings about my handy work in nabbing the snake. How brave I was. I am glad that snake is gone! This is my territory when it comes to mieces!