Bedtime is always a tad hectic in our household. “Mom, I am NOT tired, everybody else I know gets to stay up much later” and then little sis chimes in, “Yeah, I agree with what Eli says”. Exhausted audible sigh as I respond, trying to dig deep for that much needed patience that is so elusive at days end “well, guys, here is the deal, in this house, bedtime is 8:00, and I am not really too concerned about what other kids do or don’t do”. “Now, lets brush teeth, and get jammies on so we can have snuggle time, I will be back in five minutes, so get cookin’ “.
Walking into my bedroom to enlist “dads” help, I notice Dewey, frozen, almost as if in mid stride, staring at something. My eyes follow the direction of his body……….
“What the (expletive that begins with F) is THAT in our shower? Honey, you BETTER be playing a joke on me!” I loudly exclaim.
My husband walks over, his eyes now following in the same direction where Dewey AND I are intently focused, and, ever so calmly replies “yeah, I’m not playin’ a joke on you, that’s a real snake.”
“You go occupy the kids while I take care of the snake” he says. Well, that sounded like a fair trade to me! He comes back up the stairs less then ten minutes later, empty handed. Whew! Crisis resolved, my husband, the snake handler.
Dewey on the other hand, did not seem so relieved. For the next hour, he sat vigil on the bed, staring intently at every movement he saw OR thought he saw.
I gave him lots kisses and cuddles, but he was shaking for the longest time, and never, ever, in all my years of being a cat owner, have I ever seen a cat TUCK his tail between his legs. Dewey wants to be brave, wants to be the house protector, but maybe he will just have to settle for cat sleuth.
Disclaimer: This picture is a re-enactment with a fake snake from the toy box. No snakes were harmed in this story, my husband carried the snake out by its neck and released it into the back yard.