Granted. Your snake becomes your perfect companion. You are inseparable (no, this is not another iteration of the 'Nate and lever' joke!). You go on a hiking holiday in the high desert. The nights are very cold and your snake, who you have named Plissken, slithers into your sleeping bag every night and curls up at your feet. Six days into the trip, Plissken meets a lady snake and falls desperately in love. Over the next three days he woos here with an intesnity rarely seen in a reptile. The night of that third day, she succumbs to his scaley charms and follows him to the foot of your sleeping bag. There is much threshing and thrashing around. The foot of the bag is insufficient to contain their anguine (look it up) passion - their writhing coils make their gradual way to the head of the bag - where they get wrapped around your neck and you die from serpent strangulation.
I wish for a cute kitty who I can name Fluffy - after Fluffy the Cosmic Kitten, Creator of all.