Our Cats
Snooker the Cranky
February 1991 - September 23, 2011
Cat puke in the shape of a cat
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Birthday: February 1991 Fighting weight: 10 pounds (Welterweight) Named after: Popular British pool game Aliases: Schnooks, rekoonS, Schnoookeeee Pie, Little One, #1, Numero Uno, Ol' Lady, Cranky Known accomplices: Used to be Simonis; now she's a loner. Favorite place to sleep: Mom & Dad's king-size bed Favorite treats: "licker" (hairball medicine), any and all human food (steak, salmon, popcorn, ice cream, etc.) |
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Snooker was crabby cat, but she was the best cuddler of them all (it just had to be her idea to cuddle). She was a princess in her own mind. We always said that we hoped she'd make it to 20, and she did that and lived a full, happy life and gave us so much joy. We put her to sleep on September 23, 2011; she was 20 and a half.
Snooker was the most eccentric of our cats. She used to come running when we whistled the theme from "The Andy Griffith Show" and brought us small "gifts" from the basement. We think that since she didn't catch mice in her old age, the little pieces of sandpaper, paper towel, or whatever she found on the floor, were her substitute for rodents. But that Andy Griffith thing.....yeah, we've got NO explanation for that. I have theorized that she did not like the sound of the whistle, and she thought that coming to you would make you stop. But what's odd is that she didn't really respond to other whistling in the same manner; only that song.
Snooker was especially close to Derek, but she loved my hair. When I had big hair in the 90s, she would chase after me when it was time for bed, because she knew that I'd have my head on the pillow and she'd be able to "nest" in my billowing tufts of permed hair. p
As a kitten / teenager
Chillin' w/ Uncle Marty (one of her first pictures and one of my favorites) Dashing through the snow A nap with Auntie Angela
As an adult
"Look at my Belly!" Admiring some art Basket Ride! She loves climbing into piles of paper
The diva #1 The diva #2 Alert in the garden
Roaming the back yard Her favorite spot to be scratched Bathing herself in catnip High on catnip
She loves the wiegela (as we discovered in 2008)
She clearly considers this her "happy place." She rubs around on it and sniffs the flowers. She even chews on it!
Ratso chews on the flowers too, obviously invading Snooker's personal space and pissing her off.
An odd relationship with the vacuum
She loves to be vacuumed! More vacuuming
World Champion Lounger
Sleepin' spot Resting on her catnip pillow Sleepy girl Inspecting Mom's floor pillows
Snooker's Al Bundy pose On the scratch-condo Loungin' in 2007 Loungin' in the desk drawer
World Champion Eater
We all scream for ice cream Garden variety beggin' Goin' catnip CRAZY!
Snooker demonstrates her highly skilled drinking method
World Champion Player (at least she was when she was younger)
This is a great vantage point! She likes the ladders I want some PRIVACY! Playing with her catnip creature
Quality time with Daddy & Momma
Watching golf with Dad Quality time with Dad More QT with Dad Go figure, Dad again! Snook & Daddy (doesn't she like Mom?)
Snook & Mom (ok, maybe a little....) Chillin' with Mom Cozy with Mom
AGGGyou're GGGGchoking MGGGeeee! Really, I'm comfortable! Snooker gets glasses
A Member of the Family
It was truly rare for Snooker to show affection toward anyone but Mom or Dad. So whenever she did, we scrambled to find the camera, lest we never see it again. It was truly a sign of acceptance when Snooker hopped on a guest's lap. They knew, then, that they were considered part of the family:
Snooker & Auntie Katie Snooker & Auntie Angela Snooker & Uncle Bill Snooker & Neighbor Cindy
Snooker & "Grandma" Sundholm Snooker & Cousin Scott Snooker & Brian B.
