😨😱All night long, the cat had been behaving oddly. It refused to leave the stove and hissed and meowed. I assumed it was hungry, or perhaps it was hurting. It stood there, tight, tail pushed down, looking suspiciously toward the gas burner despite my feeding and petting it.
— What’s the matter, friend? — I mumbled, on the verge of becoming irritated. But I stopped when I saw something in its eyes. It was protecting, not just scared.
I approached the stove gingerly. As if to halt me, the cat arched its back and hissed even louder. Nevertheless, I knelt down and looked inside the small opening between the wall and the stove.
😱😱 My heart almost stopped the next second. I jumped back in fear and yelled instinctively. I will never forget what I witnessed there for the rest of my life.
I instinctively pulled away while holding the cat close to my breast. Instead of being scared, though, it tightened, arched its back, and hissed. The snake moved directly toward me after gently slithering out from under the stove.
My back struck the wall as I retreated. The environment became quiet, a faint hiss that seemed like a whisper of death.
