I write this from the floor of my laundry room, encircled in cat nip, like some weird ritual.
We have a lot of pets, but this story is about the cats and the snake. We have 2 cats, one scrawny black dumpster kitty, and one sweet fat Garfield type. I am a dog person, but the kids wanted cats and they have grown on me.
We also have a snake, I tried to talk the kids out of this, but there is no way to convey how boring snakes are to kids. Victor is a ball python, big for a ball python, but anaconda he is not.
At ~3:20am in the wee hours of August 4th there was a commotion in the house and the dogs were barking. They do this often, we all went back to sleep.
Well it turns out, Frito (the fat cat), was sleeping on top of the snake cage. His weight was enough to bend the screen and the lid fell into the tank. The snake did not like his nee roommate and took off slitherin’. This must have been what startled the dogs.
I spent a lot of time searching for that snake, I tore the room apart. All of this under the watchful eye of dumpster kitty, she would not come down from above the closet.
Dumpster kitty usually hangs out in my closet, not my daughter’s room. That’s when it hit me! The cat is up there because she does not want to be in her own closet!
Sure as shit, that fuckin snake slithered across the house, through the master, and into the closet.
Snake secured, surely the cat will come down soon. 24hrs later she is still above the closet. We get a ladder and bring her down to the laundry room, she must need to use the litter box and get a drink right? Nope. 12 hours later and now she lives behind the washing machine.
So now I am on the floor, surrounded by catnip, summoning my cat like some kind of cat wizard; and I have nobody to tell this stupid story to.