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Mighty hunter
Aug. 25th, 2025 09:55 pmI was in the studio Saturday evening, trimming bowls after Market. Had just finished trimming, starting to clean up, when I heard an insistent meow... meow... meow... from the open half-door.
Now normally, when Raj the black and white feral kitty wants supper, he'll stand on the ramp and meow once, then wait for me to come out with kibble. But he wasn't on the ramp, and he didn't stop meowing.
So I followed my ears out the door and around to the back of the house, where I found him sitting on the concrete at the end of the back deck. Next to him, curled up in a defensive tangle, was an enormous--well, pretty big--yellow-and-black garter snake. Maybe 20 inches long, as big around as my little finger at its thickest. Once Raj saw I'd come out, he picked up the snake in his mouth, shook it back and forth. Dropped it, picked it up again. Don't know that he actually did any damage, but the snake was wriggling vigorously.
The second time he dropped it, I picked him up, petting him and telling him what a mighty hunter he was, and carried him into the carport for celebratory kitty kibble.
Sadly, I didn't have my phone handy to take a picture, and by the time I brought Denise out to show her, the snake had disappeared into the blackberries.
Now normally, when Raj the black and white feral kitty wants supper, he'll stand on the ramp and meow once, then wait for me to come out with kibble. But he wasn't on the ramp, and he didn't stop meowing.
So I followed my ears out the door and around to the back of the house, where I found him sitting on the concrete at the end of the back deck. Next to him, curled up in a defensive tangle, was an enormous--well, pretty big--yellow-and-black garter snake. Maybe 20 inches long, as big around as my little finger at its thickest. Once Raj saw I'd come out, he picked up the snake in his mouth, shook it back and forth. Dropped it, picked it up again. Don't know that he actually did any damage, but the snake was wriggling vigorously.
The second time he dropped it, I picked him up, petting him and telling him what a mighty hunter he was, and carried him into the carport for celebratory kitty kibble.
Sadly, I didn't have my phone handy to take a picture, and by the time I brought Denise out to show her, the snake had disappeared into the blackberries.