Oh, hey guys! Joe Bear here (in case you couldn’t tell with me being all upside down). You caught me playing, but I’m also purracticing my hunting skills to purrotect Mom. Did she ever tell you what happened last summer a couple days after the family adopted me? NO?! Ohhhh boy do I have a story fur you!
My kid sister had just turned seven and had some furriends over to celebrate. Mom and Dad thought bringing the bounce house (that had only been used in the finished basement) outside was a good idea to add to Ellie’s birthday pawty fun. Whelp, the kids never ended up using it because splashing around the pool on a hot summer’s day is where it’s at. Because Mom is such a neat furreak, everything was cleaned up that same night – bounce house and all. A couple days later, I was brought to my furrever home. I had lots of exploring to do around my new digs. Mom and Dad thought it was strange that I would go downstairs to that very finished basement fur a few minutes and come running back up like I had just found something new and fun to play with. A couple days had gone by and not only was it time fur mom to clean the litter box, but to start some laundry. While Mom was sorting laundry Ellie said she was going to play. Mom agreed that was ok, but then Ellie let out the blood curdling scream Mom (and I) had ever heard! Mom and Ellie almost collided in the doorway the separates the laundry room furrom the rest of the finished basement.
As Mom comforted Ellie she said, “Ellie, what’s wrong?!” Ellie, practically shaking furrom what she just say finally uttered the words, “Mommy, It’s really bad! Go look!”
Mom then appurroached Ellie’s play area with extreme caution when she all of a sudden laid her eyes on a twelve inch long milk snake, slithering across the floor. In complete panic mode, Mom FaceTimed Dad asking him how quickly he could get home because there was a snake in the basement. Dad laughed, thinking it was some kind of sick April Fool’s joke in the middle of August. Mom then turned the camera around when Dad saw in real time the snake working its way across the floor.
“What the fluff?!” Dad bletted out. “How did THAT get in the house?!”
I could see Mom’s brain going into ovfurr time in thought. “I think it came in with the bounce house motor furrom Ellie’s party because it never got used.” Dad agreed and said he’d be home in thirty minutes but to keep a close eye on the unwanted house guest. Ellie’s job was to lock me in a room where I wasn’t tempted to play with my new furriend.
I think this is the purrfect time to mention Mom is absolutely PETRIFIED of snakes. The way she was standing on top of the couch, you’d think she was face-to-face with an anaconda. When Dad finally arrived home (which felt like twelve hours later), he quickly ran to Mom and Ellie’s rescue and brought Mr. Milksnake outside, never to be seen again.
Since that day, Mom has threatened to burn the house down, (she’s obviously just kitten), but has settled fur selling the bounce house and spreading snake deterrent evfurry summer.