I am very pleased to announce that Snooker has been adopted. Diana and I are sad to see him go—and will miss his extremely loud purring, feeding time head butts and toothless love bites—but are very glad that this old feral has found a furever home.
Tag: Bubba
Ladybug: Snooker’s staring at me again, isn’t he? Listen bubba, I’ve had just about enou…
Snooker: Girl, I have no idea what you’re on about.
Ladybug: …
Snooker: …
Ladybug: FML
Snooker (a.k.a. Bubba a.k.a. Snookerdoodle a.k.a. Bubbaganoush) has progressed by leaps and bounds since the last photo of him I posted. In just over three months, this former feral has gone from being scared by most human interaction—only allowing himself to be pet via a soft duster on a long pole—to sleeping with us most of the night and even jumping up of the couch to curl-up between us while watching tv. A few more months and this toothless wonder might even turn into a lap cat.
Snooker is our latest foster. Originally a feral cat, he was part of a colony but had to be brought to the Human Society for dental issues that ultimately resulted in a full extraction of all his teeth. Without teeth for hunting and defence, he could not be safely released back into the feral colony.
He’s now with us making great progress towards full domestication. His lack of teeth often causes his tongue to stick out as well as giving him a bit of a Heath Ledger Joker-like grin. He’s also built like a bulldog with big shoulders, stumpy front legs and a wide stance.
We’ve taken to calling him Bubba.