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Miss Snoop

(aka)Juvenile Delinquent

The Cat with an Attitude

Petcetera - December 5th, 2005
On December 18th, 2005 a new little girl entered my life. I was on my way to Canadian Tire to get a coffee pot and something pulled me to Petcetera (a place I never go to) to look at the Humane Society animals for adoption (something I have never done before). Meet my Juvenile Delinquent!!

First Impressions Count

It was like Snoopy was waiting for me and it was love at first sight. While the other cats lay quietly and stared at me, she was pacing around the cage meowing. I liked her spunk. Her Humane Society record said she was a "purr monster" which is total bunk. The only time she purrs is if she is extremely content and even then it's very quietly. You have to put your ear on her body just to hear it. I suppose everyone wants a "purr monster" so they said that as a sell tactic. It didn't matter. Our fate was sealed. We were now stuck with each other. Needless to say, I didn't get a coffee pot. Oh well, I will shop for it in Kelowna.

Miss Snoop is a 10 month old stray found in Airdrie who has wiggled and meowed her way into my heart. Even though she's still a kitten she's good as gold; never gets into trouble!! Is that possible? I had to leave her alone over the Christmas for five days and then again in January for three days. Laura and Karen visited her and she was fine.

A Juvenile Delinquent in a Tuxedo

It's in the Name

Her name? Simple - she's snoopy. When I got her home she didn't hide or cower timidly in a corner. No, not her - she inspected every nook and cranny in the house. She was over and under every bed, every piece of furniture, and in and out of every room for about two hours. As I watched her perform this ritual I said "aren't you the snoopy one" at which point she was christened Miss Snoop. Finally her inspection was over and she jumped up on my bed and went to sleep.

She's probably one of the most photogenic animals I've had. It's easy to capture her expressions and for some reason her eyes stay clear in pictures.

Miss Photogenic
Always in Everything

The Cat with an Attitude

I've had two other cats. Stanley was a bottle baby. His mother disappeared when he and his siblings were 9 days old. We never did find out what happened to her but we were living on a farm then so there were many dangers for animals. The kittens were so beautiful, I brought them in and mothered them. They all survived. The end result was I was mommy and mommy could do anything. They were totally subservient. I could open Stanley's mouth, give him a pill, clean his teeth, turn him upside down, cut his nails - anything I wanted. When I touched him he was like spaghetti in my hands.

Then along came Miss Kitty. She was not quite a amiable as Stanley but she was too much of a lady to make a fuss. She may not have "liked" what I was doing but she "tolerated" it - for a while. She was very trusting of me even when she was afraid. Biting or scratching absolutely never crossed her mind. Besides she was too dignified to lower herself to such uncivilized tactics.

What is it about NO?

Strike three you're out. Now I have a Juvenile Delinquent. Miss Snoop was definitely a shock to my system. She is the classic bad girl - she does what everyone wants to do and she has just enough guts to do it. I had no idea that cats could act like that!!

Who knew that trying to "look" in her ear was the end of her little life. You cant even open her mouth let alone give her a pill - unless you want to lose a finger or two. Don't even try to hold her paw let alone cut a nail - unless you want to be ripped to shreds. Those things are definite "what is it about NO you don't understand?" things.
If nothing else, Miss Snoop demands respect. How can such a sweet cat turn so feral in an instant? There is no doubt in my mind that she would bite and scratch to her death before she would surrender. Even the vet has a hard time getting her to cooperate. I have to say I am really glad that Miss Snoop found me. She definitely would not be suited for a family with children or other animals. She really belongs with an adult who can appreciate and accept her unique personality.

Let's Rock This Joint

Many times I've come home and coasters or doilies are all over the floor. She knocks pens, candies, lighters, hair bobbles - anything movable off the table and plays with them until they disappear under a piece of furniture. Once I came home and two spools of thread and a bobbin were completely unwound connecting everything in the living and dining room. She must have had a ball. It took some doing to untangle it all.

At the same time as she has the "woohoo mommy's gone, let's rock this joint" attitude, she seems instinctively to know where the "do not cross" line is. Never has she even touched one of my porcelain ornaments, my eyeglasses, or anything else of value. When deciding of what to "play" with, it's always something unbreakable and of no value. It amazes me that she can know the difference but she does.

Kelowna, 2007
In July we travelled to Kelowna to be with my mother during her illness. Other than going to the vet (which was always the end of the world and cause for an instant "hair explosion") Snoopy had never been in the car for any length of time. To say the least, travelling 350 miles with her constant meowing was a bit nerve racking. Over the next 6 months we travelled back and forth 11 times and she never did get used to it. It was just one panic attack after the other the whole way.

She did, however, settle in quite nicely at the house in Kelowna. Once she snooped through everything, she decided she was the queen of the castle and relaxed.

She especially loved to lay out on the enclosed porch. Also, she had never seen stairs before but she soon learned to run up and down them like a pro. She especially like to bat your head from above.

July 2009
Help! I don't want to cuddle.
Karen brought some presents over for my 60th birthday. Snoopy appears to be looking at the picture but it was the hair bobbles she was eyeing.


New Furniture

The first time Snoopy jumped up on the rocking chair she flew right off the other side. She was pretty confused but she soon learned to jump up and balance herself until the rocking stops.

Brier Fan

Watching Snoopy watch curling was quite comical. She would follow the rocks down the screen then try to find them under the TV when the shot changed to the house view.

2011 Kitchen Renovation

In preparation for the renovations everything was stacked in the living room and covered with plastic. It was like an obstacle course and Miss Snoop had a great time exploring under it and sleeping in the middle.

During the renovation we stayed at Execsuite. Snoopy was a bit confused about "where to lay" but she adapted quite quickly once I put my quilt on the bed and a towel on the couch.

2012 - Little Quilter

Little Quilter

While at Execsuite in 2011, I started quilting. This was something new for Snoopy. At first she was just plain curious about the noise the sewing machine made. Next she started to swat my fingers from behind. I was afraid I was going to end up sewing her paw!! When she pouted because I was ignoring her, she started laying right against the back side of the sewing machine letting the material bury her as I sewed. Kicking her off the table wasn't an option, so I provided her with a "perch" - her very own colour coordinated sewing basket. Problem solved.

Snoopy loves to lay "on" something. It doesn't matter if it's my sewing basket, my best sweater, or a ratty old towel. If it's on top of something - that's where she wants to lay. This little preference of hers has it's own bonus for me. I can get her to lay wherever I want as long as I put a towel there. Hair problem solved.

Kiddy Kat Quilts

This also solved another little problem I'm having. I can't stop quilting. I like to experiment with blocks figuring out colours and designs and seeing what they end up like. Now this can get a bit expensive so I just started making 24" x 24" quilts - originally with the idea that I could throw them away if I didn't like them.

Soon I discovered Snoopy liked to lay on them too. Now, even this has gone too far. The miniature quilts turned out so nice, I started making them with different tones and included quilts for kids. Karen named them Kiddy Kat Quilts. I am now selling them along with some other sewing projects. Kiddy Kat Quilts

The Letter

Snoopy's cousin Clifford, a big red dog, lives in Texas. Things are much different in Texas for animals. Clifford was gored by a wild pig and he was in the hospital. The good news is that he survived the ordeal. This is the card that Snoopy sent to her cousin.

2013 - Surgery

It was bound to happen sooner or later. Snoopy went to the vet for an annual checkup and shots. It was discovered she needed tooth surgery - two, perhaps three, extractions. Surgery was booked. That was only the beginning of the ordeal.

Food Dilemma

The first problem I encountered was a food change. I tried everything wet. Absolutely nothing worked. Sometimes she would nibble a bit on something new then walk away. Sometimes she wouldn't even try it. I even resorted to soaking her dry food in water to make it wet. No dice. We finally concluded it wasn't the taste but the texture that repelled her. The vet said not to stress her any further. She would figure out how to eat her dry food even with a sore mouth.

Fight and Conquer

I had to take Snoopy in for blood tests. I am still refusing to let them take urine samples. They keep trying to reassure me but I cannot get beyond what happened to Miss Kitty. So a blood test was all they were going to get from Snoopy. But knowing her firm resolution of "death over submission" I asked how they were going to get the test out of her. They replied that they have their ways.

Their "ways" didn't work. She absolutely would not let them take her blood and was willing to kill herself or them - whichever came first. The good news is that in her fear (or anger) she peed and they were at least able to get a urine test.

Surgery day came. She had to be at the vet at 8:30 am so I put her in the carrier the first chance I got - 7:45 am. This was the third time in the carrier and three times too many. She was one bitchy cat. I had to listen to her "my life is coming to an end" meows for the next 3/4 hour. Both of us were a mess.

By noon surgery was over. I picked Snoopy up at 3:00. She was very dozy and disoriented. She spent the rest of the day sleeping.


Her recovery was actually quite quick. She drank her water right away and started to eat the next day. The only small problem she encountered was constipation. Recovery was certainly easier than preparation!!


I've been making pot holders and trivets with my left over material. This pot holder was sitting on the table and Snoopy figured it was one of her Kiddy Kat quilts. A little small Mom, but if you insist! She made it fit!


Hello, Tech Support ........

There is something wrong with my rollers. They are stuck and wont move. No there isn't anything blocking them. Yes, the roller locks are all open. No there isn't any material bunched up. Yes, of course I loaded the quilt the correct way. Yes the needle is up. No, I haven't run out of backing.

Look underneath. OK, hang on. Surprise!

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