How to Stretch a Cat

Have you all met Stewie? He's the newest holder of the title of "World's Longest Cat" measuring in at 48 1/2 inches.

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Mr. Potts and I both saw this story over the weekend and ended up almost in tears over it.

"Why?" you may ask?

We took one look at Pepe Cat and knew that he could compete for the title. Of course he could! He's long, he's fluffy, when he stretches....well, let's just say that his stretches are incredible to see.

At the opportune moment, I grabbed him up and held him close.

He began to purr - which is highly unlike him when I decide to love on him.

Mr. Potts headed for the tape measure.

Which is when Pepe Cats eyes started to get bigger and the purring stopped.

When the tape measure was pulled open & made the whirring sound I knew we were in trouble.

Pepe Cat pulled himself into a tight ball and dug his back claws into my shoulder.

"Hurry Mr. Potts! Hurry or he'll never let us do it!"

As my dear husband approached with the tape measure extended Pepe Cat let out a low growl and his head began moving from side to side.

He was looking for an escape route.

He found it, pulling his claws from my shoulder, embedding them in my upper chest and pushing off.

Dying laughing, we decided he must be at least 3 1/2 feet. Not quite World Record holder material, but we'll keep him.

Happy Tuesday!

An ode to Pepe le Pew

Isn't he handsome?

Pepe Cat is such a handsome fellow, but do you see all that hair? All that long, orange hair?

When I rescued him, I had no intention of having a long haired cat. Actually, when I rescued him, I had no intention of owning a cat.

Yet he followed people back through the snow to our office. When I held him, I felt each rib bone, his jaw bones & his spine - he was so skinny.

I knew that if they put him back outside he wouldn't make it. So I did what any owner of a 150lb Great Dane would do. I decided I would keep him.

Off we went to the vet for shots and a bath. Yes, you read that correctly. A bath.

This poor cat was so smelly, it was as if he'd been living in a sewer. Which could have been very close to the truth.

He was so dirty that his hair was twisted into spikes. I had just decided to adopt a kitty with catlocks (kind of like dreadlocks, but for a cat). And he was brown.

Now, scroll back up. Yes, he is orange in the picture. That is how dirty he was!

Now, the vet told me that they didn't bathe cats, that I could wrap him in a wet towel & he'd clean himself in a week or so. I explained that Maddy would only think I'd brought her home a special treat.

Needless to say, he got his bath.

But what to name him?

My roommate at the time suggested Pepe. Short for Pepe le Pew. Which was quite fitting. Since he smelled as pleasant as a skunk.

And it fit. And so he was named. Only, his name has morphed into Pepe Cat.

Or Mr. Fuzzles, Furry Butt, Fluffy Love, Mr. McFluffster....you get the point, right?

Only now, my little fluffy Pepe Cat is sick. He's been throwing up every day for the last week & a half. We took him to the vet where they anesthetized him, x-rayed him, tested his blood & then told us they couldn't find anything wrong.

So we're trying to calm his tummy to help him get better.

Which means he now eats Fancy Feast (you know, to get the medicine down).

So now, you may call him Mr. Fancy Feast Fluffy Luffy.
Or just plain Pepe Cat will do.

A view of our home

Happy Wednesday lovelies! Don't forget that you have a few days left to enter my final Christmas Giveaway!

Aren't you so glad that Christmas is almost here? I'm so excited for my niece & nephew to open their presents. They're going to be so excited about it all.

Yesterday Christmas came a little early again for Mr. Potts & me. Our new table was delivered! We were both sad that it wasn't here in time for our party, but oh so happy that it is here for Christmas!!

Being as excited as I am (which is just normal for me - I am easily amused & stay pretty happy) I wanted to show you a few pictures. I realized I haven't taken any of our home, so I decided that I must share some with you as well.

The first thing you'll see when you come to our home - our front door. We both loved this wreath & knew it would be perfect!
Our entry way table (color in the downstairs is Melted Butter).

A close up of our little tree.
The view from our kitchen counter looking over the table into the living room. The wine stopper is a yellow lab with a cute Christmas headpiece (a little bone).
Front view of our new table - LOVE IT!!
The platter on the table now. We bought it for ourselves last year in celebration of 2008.
Pepe Cat thought the table was interesting & wanted to check it out.

I hope that your Wednesday will be wonderful and that you do not have any shopping left to do!

Wishful Wednesday - Pets

Kelsey at The Seattle Smith's began a Wishful Wednesday weekly post to help everyone get over the hump day. I thought it was a great idea and smiled when I saw this week's topic - "I wish my pet could talk because I've been dying to know ____."

This was a great one to come up because I've often wondered just what my animals think.

ETA: Pepe is an orange cat who was a rescue from the snow. He weighed 4lbs & the vet said he was only 4 months old. You could feel every single bone (almost not kidding - you could feel his jaw bone & see each of his ribs) in his body. Hayden is a goofy Yellow Lab. Hayden & Pepe are both 7 years old. Maddy was my Great Dane. We had to put her to sleep last year at the ripe, old age of 9.

So, if Pepe Cat could speak, I would have to ask him why he speaks with a French accent. I imagine his reply would be something like this (think French), "Vell cherie, it iz very simple. Ju named me Pepe le Pew - how could I NOT speak in dis accent?"Very well put, Pepe Cat. I can understand that. My next question would be why he sits at the bottom of the stairs gazing around & then jets up to the top so quickly you wonder if he was even there. Maybe something to do with the ghosts of girlfriends past?

To Hayden I would turn and ask her what she does exactly all day. What is involved in a dog's (especially this dog's) life? Does she move from ottoman to big chair? That, my dear puppy, will be changing the minute our new furniture arrives! Do you go to the door when you hear odd noises? Do you bark - the only time I've heard this dog bark is when the garage door opens & when she's at the front door to go out.
Lately, though, I've had a heavy heart - I miss my Maddy more than anything and still cry over losing her. I have the best memories of her - she walked beside me through so much change and heartbreak in my life - and I smile often when I think of her. I wish that I could speak to Maddy just once to ask if she was happy with me. I would ask her if she is at peace now. I'd make sure she knew how much I loved her and I'd tell her that I loved every single day I had with her.

What would you wish for? Head on over to The Seattle Smiths & participate in the fun.