Some weeks ago, I arrived home from knit group to find the house mostly dark and Chris asleep on the couch. I set my bag down and walked into the kitchen, where I saw a spot on the rug. In the low lighting, I thought it was a hairball that someone had kindly horked up on the kitchen rug. I grabbed a paper towel and flipped on the light. This little guy is definitely NOT a hairball. Seriously, I live with six house cats, and not one of them noticed a 12 inch long grass snake! They're fired. Anyway, I caught him and returned him to the front yard, advising him that however welcome he was to hibernate in my flower beds, he was not at all welcome to hibernate in my kitchen. He hasn't returned, so I guess he took the hint.
6 comments:
Wow! YAY - thanks for saving him!! Oh yeah, and the word "horked" is just gross sounding....ewwwwwwwwwww.
I will never come to your house again! Ever! Never! I HATE snakes!!!! The only good snake is a DEAD snake!!!
You obviously need another cat, one that will kill snakes.
You have how many cats and NONE of them even looked at it? are you sure they're cats?
Good work saving the little beastie. Maybe the cats gave it a whirl earlier and then decided he wasn't as much fun as they thought he'd be...
Also, I agree with Knit Witch that 'horked' is onomatpoeically gross, but perhaps not as bad as snot rocket (the production of which seems to be Lonon's new favourite bus stop activity).
What a lovely little guy! Glad you didn't treat him like cat puke. Thanks for sharing.
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