Snoopy was a gift to myself to make me feel better about moving - he was my Georgia cat. When I moved in 2012, I picked him up on the way down here. I named him Snoopy because he was fun and curious about everything. He also had a cry that sounded like he was being tortured. The 1st month I had him to the vet 3 times because something had to be wrong for him to scream like that. Eventually we landed on that is the way he sounded when he was happy, hungry, wanted petting, wanted out or just needed to be heard.
The 1st year in the new house a dog came into our yard and went after Snoopy (yes, I was out there, and the cat was tethered to be safe). Snoopy yanked up the tether and ran into the house while I attempted to get the Doberman off of my other cat. Snoopy was always a bit of a scaredy cat after that.
I felt an affinity with Snoopy - my father did call me a little elephant, not because of my weight but I was simply not a graceful creature. Same with Snoopy (who I have also called: Snoop Snoop, Snoop Dawg and Snoopity Snoop). My Chewie can get on my bed when I'm sleeping and I would never know it, but Snoopy came in like a wrecking ball.
Snoopy had the way he was to be petted and that was it. He would get on my chair between my legs and presented his face to get under the chin rubs. After that he would turn around, lay down and present his but to be rubbed. He had a big personality, and he will be greatly missed.
Ragdolls are susceptible to heart attacks and that is what took Snoopy - 12 years was far too short a time. Rest in peace Snoopy - have fun with Sammi and Sable!
Snoopy & Gracie
When we moved in 2019 I had taken in several feral kitty cats. One was named Gracie. I do worry for Gracie now as Snoopy was her whole happiness. She has never acclimated to me and my Stitch has been a bully. But Snoopy rescued her. Gracie would come out to eat when Snoopy did, at night she would come out and sleep with Snoopy and she would cry for him when she wanted to find him.