He was The Enforcer of her Ibizan-infested household, always herding them and looking at her as if to say "Want me bite 'em?" when they went crazy, as Ibizans are wont to do.
He reminded me so much of a Dobe, from the tales she told.
My stupid cat is afraid of cellophane.
He swatted at the snake's head just because it was something moving.
As far as 'cats killing snakes', he hasn't got a snowball's chance in hell against Bob.
There's a *huge* difference between a viper who strikes and retreats and a constrictor who strikes, coils and crushes in seconds.
Pardoxically, it's always been my Ibizans who went after snakes and I'm always making them leave them alone.
Even though the resident rat snakes have gone to den by now, they still frantically sniff the snake trails around the house every time they go out.