Did Frances the Siamese cat actually deserve to be eaten?

Somehow, I missed this column yesterday by the Miami Herald’s Ana Menendez, but it is cheeky, and I do like that in a columnist.

Read for yourself….and I dare you not to laugh.

The python’s arrival in South Florida has shaken things up. And that can only be a good thing. …Take Frances, the cat. His daily routine consisted of little more than sleeping and eating.

To amuse himself, he’d sometimes drag his pampered body off his perch and head out into the woods to hunt lizards.

What was he thinking? That he could continue to gorge himself mercilessly without consequence? That his birthright included endless supplies of chopped liver from now until kingdom come?

There’s a price to pay for every excess, baby.

One day Frances was in the middle of his daily routine on the Dade-Broward line. And the next day he was a bulge in the belly of a happy snake. Just as it should be.

There’s more where that came from, if you can stand to follow the link.

Next up: Cat lovers hiss and claw in protest.
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P.S. Menendez’s column does inform me that pythons are excellent swimmers—having seen both Anaconda movies (I’m a fan of art films), I should have known that—and thus, we do have one more piece of evidence that the Lake Champlain monster is, in fact, a mutated Burmese python.