Jackpot arrived on transport to my favorite animal rescue from the Central Valley with several other kittens. He had been pulled from an overcrowded animal shelter where he was scheduled for euthanasia. He was only about 10 weeks old and had such a terrible upper respiratory infection that he could barely breathe. We fell in love at first sight and he rekindled my love for the Ragdoll breed. Jackpot's favorite thing to do is sleep. He's a stunning hunk of a cat bearing the most gorgeous mismarked white tipped tail in all the land. He loves to wave it high. He may or not be a purebred Raggie (probably not), but he sure thinks he is and at our house he's an honorary Ragdoll for sure.