When I was a young child, around 4 or 5 years old, I had a beloved cat that was my constant companion. This cat was quite large, and I would carry it with me wherever I went, especially in the fields near our village.

One day, the cat had a litter of kittens, and one of them innocently approached a cobra and tried to play with its tail. Tragically, the cobra responded with a venomous bite, delivering the kiss of death to the curious kitten.

Witnessing this incident, the mother cat became enraged and engaged in a fierce battle with the cobra, defending her young with great courage and determination.

Unfortunately, within a few days, we discovered that the cat had succumbed to her injuries from the encounter. The loss of our beloved feline companion was devastating, and it left a lasting impact on me. Since then, I have developed a strong aversion towards snakes, harboring a deep dislike for them due to the painful memory of that incident.