Whoops.

[kiya]

Lennon was an absolute pain in the ass. I put it down to 'we're low on kibble' and ignored it, because we're low on kibble.

Then I got up and saw that the lid to the snake tank was off.

Harrum.

Lennon was freaking out about the corner that Kunda hid in the other time he did the Jailbreak Snake routine, so I said, "Okay . . ." and peered into the cruft in that corner.

Little snakie head peers right back at me.

Okay.

Lock cats in loo, dismantle Wall O' Cruft between me and snake, extricate snake, wander around for a while with snake wrapped around forearm like a moving piece of modern art, inspect snake for injuries, return snake to enclosure, jury-rig latch fix, refill waterbowl, let cats out.

To do: refill his humidifier (he's got a bit of a stuck shed, which means it's almost certainly dry), do better latch fix.

I would be doing much better about parlaying this feeling of relief and accomplishment into productivity if I could breathe. Unfuck allergies.

Comments

[shaddragon.livejournal.com]

The cats have a problem with the snake, or the snake has a problem with the cats?

[kiya]

Mostly they're not sure what to do with each other. At this point, both could probably do serious harm to each other, too, so one does prefer the snakie to stay in the nice safe tank.

Arthur's a freak about the snake, but Arthur's a freak in general.

[sashajwolf.livejournal.com]

Our cats and our snake have reached a mutually satisfactory accommodation, by which each pretends the other does not exist.