Pet-Peeves: When I was a child I would take her prey away and try to save them. After awhile if she saw me coming she would kill whatever catch she had.
Favorite Toy: A string and a small ball
Favorite Nap Spot: My bed
Favorite Food: She had home cooked meals
Skills: She was a fantastic mouser and even brought a rabbit home once that was bigger than her!
indoors and outdoors
Arrival Story: Snoopy was my first cat when I was a kid. We got her from my aunt when her mother had 13 kittens! My aunt and uncle moved and we moved into their previous farm and my aunt left the mother and the 13 kittens in the lilac bushes without telling my parents. My mother was furious as one could imagine. That was in 1952.
Bio: Snoopy was a wonderful mother to her kittens. My favorite memory is when I was about 14 and she was about to give birth to kittens. My aunt and uncle and cousins were visiting for a week and with all the commotion she didn't want to have her kittens in the house. She woke me up early in the morning crying and running down the stairs. I quick put on some clothes but didn't bother with shoes. She wanted to go outside and I followed her. She would stop every little bit to make sure I was following her. She stopped at the base of an apple tree that belonged to the farmer next door and meowed. When I looked up I saw a hole in the tree. I picked her up and she went into the hole. She had just one kitten and she kept him there until after the company left and then she brought him up to the house and kept him inside. I named him Tawney and he was a beautiful long haired tawney colored cat. I am so thankful I took a picture of her in the hole. My cousin is in the picture with water for her. Going barefoot was not a good idea because I got into the poison ivy with both feet. Snoopy would drag Tawney to the feeding bowl at meal time and did that even after he was bigger than she was. She had to drag him backwards to be able to perform what she deemed was her motherly task. My father said she was babying him way too much and I had to give one of them away. I gave Tawney to a neighbor lady, but of course he always came back! So we shared Tawney after that. When I was a senior in high school a Genesee Beer truck hit Snoopy in 1964 when she jumped from a ditch to the side of the road. I was getting ready for school and was looking in a mirror and actually saw it happen. I cried so hard the truck driver cried too. He said he would get me another cat but I could only say he murdered my cat. Needless to say I took her death very badly. Now I feel sorry for the truck driver and how I acted after he showed such remorse for hitting her. It wasn't his fault and he did stop and most of all he even cried. Back then it was standard to let pets outside. I learned but unfortunately I learned the hard way. After that my cats are inside cats and are only allowed outside on a leash or in the dog yard, except for the feral cats that I am caretaker of.