I am 99.9% sure that I found Creamy the Creamsicle Corn Snake.
He's probably 3/4 of the way through Pete's digestive tract, breaking down from his original slithery state to a more.. poo state?
The normal reactions (such as, but not limited to "Rats" or "Poo") that I would respond to such an incident with just seem silly to say outloud at this point in time.
I feel like tomorrow will consist of me combing through a litter box in hopes of catching a glimpse of my once cold-blooded friend.
(R.I.P. Creamy aka No Name aka Sir Hiss aka Dude)
Completely unrelated, but is anyone else jonesin' for warm weather? For days full of waking up in underwear, making coffee, staring out onto North St. to people watch, and smelling grass for the first time in forever.. all the while the sun is tanning your face and lightening your mood? I am in dire need.
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this is so hard
Oh my god, I was worried that would happen! Is it even ok that Pete ATE him? Did you call the vet? My goodness!
And completely jonesin' girlfriend. Steve went to the south to visit the warmer weather yesterday and I have instructed him to kidnap the sun and promptly bring it back to the empire state! No worries.
Phillycheesesteak- You have no idea!!
MJ- I thiiiink it is okay. I googled "cat eating snake" a bunch of different ways to see if it would be okay, and nothing about death came up! haha YES I need warm weather, lady.
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