|Gus, the green tree snake.|
Well you know summer's become too hot when what is definitely an outside animal moves inside.
Early this morning, Mum and I were lying in bed when we heard a crash from the kitchen. Mum started to say, "Bumpy, get out of it!" But then she realised I was right beside her on the bed.
"That's odd," she said. "Things don't just go crashing around this house unless you're somehow involved."
Truth be told, she breaks her fair share of things around the house as well.
When we got up, we found an ornament had fallen off the china cabinet, but there was no apparent reason for it, and we pretty much forgot about it, until I was poking around behind the tv and saw a snake. I chased it and it disappeared behind the Christmas presents.
Mum got a quick glimpse of it, and decided it was a tree snake, so she wasn't worried about it being dangerous to me or Mr Woof - but she was worried the snake would be in danger from me. She and Mr 18 watched for ages, and it just wouldn't come out from behind the presents, even though they opened the door for it to get out.
Eventually, they said, they had things they had to do, so they left. They shut me outside so I couldn't bother the snake.
When they came home, and let me in again, we saw the snake lying across the spice rack and the curtain rail in the kitchen. Mum opened the kitchen door, and kindly asked the snake to leave. Mr 18 decided to name it Gus.
Well, it didn't leave. It got as far as the doorway, then darted up to the vertical blind pelmet and across to hide behind the china cabinet.
It looks like Gus is here to stay for a while. Mr 18 says I'm not allowed to eat him. That really makes no sense to me at all.
Until next time we meet in the Bloggosphere,
Supreme Feline Overlord.