(NARRATES) Its back was arched, and every hair stood on end. It moved stiff-legged now, walking in a half-circle around the snake. The bushmaster moved slowly and kept watching the cat. He tightened – he was going to strike at any second.
SOUND:
THUD OF STRIKING SNAKE, AND SCRAPE AS IT RECOVERS … CAT SNARLS AND SPITS … THEN BACK TO THE LOW GROWL
CHRIS:
(NARRATES) He struck and missed! The cat was barely out of reach. Now she was walking back and forth again. She was asking to die.
SOUND:
THUD AND RECOVERY. SNARL, SPIT, AND BACK TO GROWL.
CHRIS:
(NARRATES) Missed again – by a fraction of an inch! He was striking now without even going into full coil!
SOUND:
THUD AND RECOVERY … SNARL, SPIT, AND BACK TO GROWL
CHRIS:
(NARRATES) Missed! Again and again – always missing by the barest margin. Each time the cat danced barely out of reach – and each time she countered with one precise spat of a dainty paw – bracing her skinny frame on three stiff legs. And then suddenly I realized what she was doing!
SOUND:
THUD AND RECOVERY … SNARL, SPIT, AND BACK TO GROWL
CHRIS:
(NARRATES) The bushmaster was tiring – and one strike was just an instant slow. But in that split second, sharp claws raked across the evil head and ripped out both the lidless eyes. The cat has deliberately blinded the snake!
SOUND:
SNARL, SPIT … REPEATED THUDS UNDER THE FOLLOWING
CHRIS:
(NARRATES) He didn’t bother to coil now – but slid after her in a fury – striking wildly but always missing. And every strike was a little slower than the last one. Until finally, as the snake’s neck stretched out at the end of a strike, the cat made one leap …
SOUND:
CAT HOWLS SAVAGELY … THE THUDS CHANGE TO THE FRANTIC SCRAPING OF A HEAVY SNAKE IN AGONY … THE CAT’S SUSTAINED GROWL IS MUFFLED … SHE’S GOT A MOUTHFUL OF SNAKE
CHRIS:
(NARRATES) … and sank her razor-sharp teeth just back of the ugly head – sank 'em until they crunched bone. With tooth and claw, she clung, as the monstrous snake flailed and lashed on the floor – striving to get those hideous coils around her, trying to break her hold, to shake off the slow and certain paralyzing death …
SOUND:
THE STRUGGLE SLOWS
CHRIS:
(NARRATES) … that gradually crept over him, and at last – stilled his struggles forever.
SOUND:
THE STRUGGLE ENDS
MUSIC:
SUSTAINS BACK
CHRIS:
(NARRATES) I took a deep breath – the first in minutes. The cat lay on her side on the floor, panting – resting from the fight just over. Well, she had a right to rest. That mangy, brave, beautiful alley cat had just saved my life – and maybe others as well. But as I turned toward the stove, I suddenly became very humble, and I knew all at once what a small thing a human being really is. There were three reasons why that cat had fought and killed the world’s deadliest snake.
SOUND:
MEOW OF THREE KITTENS
CHRIS:
(NARRATES) And those three reasons came tottering out from under the stove on shaky little legs – three kittens with their eyes bright with wonder and their tails stiff as pokers. Up on the decks, hundreds of passengers were waiting for the news that the days and nights of terror were ended. Well, they could wait a little longer. I pulled open the doors of the cabinet and found a can of milk and a saucer.