Ralph vs. Wild

did you seriously believe me when i said my cat, ralph, can catch snakes? well i hope you did. of course my cat, hands down, is better than your cat, since he can catch snakes with his bare teeth.

since ive lived in my house on maler rd (1987), the first 8 years here ive witnessed probably 10+ snakes each summer. all kinds of snakes. baby snakes. rattle snakes. gardner snakes. milk shakes (jk). my grandma used to go at them with a shovel. but im traumatized til this day.

but a year ago ralph brought a snake inside the house (did you believe me?). this time i was outside cutting my hair when i here a skirmish in the bushes in the hillside. i see ralph jumping around in the bushes. then all of a sudden i see his silhouette with a freaken snake in his mouth. i run for my LIFE and for my camera… but mainly for my life.

after a hard day a work. ralph chills in the shade, with his new toy/food steve the snake, as the sun bakes down.

he couldnt figure how to eat this one.

fear? whats fear? just chillin and not paying attention to steve the snake. a sign who won this battle.

ralph wanted to chow down. or play maybe?

from the above picture to the one below, ralph went straight for steve the snakes head.

“uh. how the fuck am i supposed to eat this?”

maybe you should believe me next time.