I don’t know if I ever told you this, but I had about 7 cats named in your honor.

Last year, when we were down to just a few barn cats (our lone female being fixed) we had a stray show up and drop a litter in our barn.

One was all black - he got named Charley Murphy. One was all white - he got named Ric James (obviously my sons have this thing for Chappelle’s Show).

But all the rest were indistinguishable, mottled tabbies. We named one Snoop in your honor, cat-lover that you are, but we could never tell it from the others. Is that Snoop? No, that one’s Snoop.

So they all got named Snoop, and that made calling them much easier.

Of course, they ignored us just the same…