Josh's jaw worked soundlessly as he took in full implication of just what that black fuzzy head meant as well as the bulge that was just noticable along the top of the snake's throat. It didn't turn his stomach or anything as he'd seen the snake eat rabbits, rats and the like more than a handful of times over the seven years that Leathan had had the snake. But, Merlin's gray beard....a kitten?

And suddenly he was laughing, his body shaking as he turned to look at his best mate.

"Well...maybe you'll have to check with Rocky, then. He seems to have found Greasyhead without a problem," he chortled. "Good thing you weren't overly attached to the fuzz head, isn't it?" he asked, glancing at the snake still under the radiator, the fuzzy black head slowly growing smaller as the snake's muscles worked to suck its dinner down.