Rob's Pussy

MISTER PEPE September 11, 2001 - July 23, 2008

Mr Pepe, named after the famous romantic known as Pepe Le Pew, stole everyone’s heart during his stay on Earth. He was, and always will be that one special cat who had more personality than all three members of the Rob, Arnie and Dawn show combined. After fighting against heart disease for four long months, Pepe assumed saint hood as a result of the one thing we all already knew; he had a heart that was too big.

Rob's Cats and Their Lion Cut

Since I recently depressed the hell out of many of you by delivering the news that our beloved cat, Pepe, has been diagnosed with Heart disease, I thought I would try to lighten things up this week on the kitty front.

While Pepe will continue to fight off heart disease, he will, most certainly, leave us too soon. We are absolutely spoiling the hell out of him right now and making sure he is happy and comfortable and he is loving every god damned minute of it, the little ham.

A few months ago, before our current health crisis with Pepe, we decided to get our three cats, Pepe, Cabernet and Parker, a “lion cut,” which will be fairly self-explanatory after you see these pictures.

Just as a reminder, this is what Pepe (and for that matter his sister Cabernet) looked like before the new lion cut.

Here is Pepe after the Lion cut. Shaved except for his feet and mane, this presents a variety of benefits to an indoor only cat, including less painful knots in their hair and a cooler body temperature, to go with the awesome look.

Here is Pepe doing his patented roll over and be goofy move.

Here is Cabernet, pepe’s sister, post lion cut. Cabby is less social than Pepe and not quite as excited about having her picture taken, but she is still super pretty.

here we have the Howard Hughes of cats, Parker. She hates people, the world, and having her picture taken. When we got her lion cut done, my wife Janell had to actually go to the groomer and help them because Parker was being such a bitch. Typical.

We have three cats at Williams Manor, 8 year old Parker and 6 year old Pepe and Cabby, who are brother and sister. All three cats are between 16-18 pounds, but they ARE NOT OBESE! Pepe and Cabby are part Coon cat, so they are naturally bigger…and Parker is well, a bitch. The three of them do what they can to avoid the master of the house, Shep the German Shepherd, and Pepe remains the king of the castle.

Here are the latest photos of my cats. Drop me an email and let me know what you think of the photos.

We begin with the king himself, Pepe who loves his cat trees, we have two of them and he's always all over them…and no, it isn't helping him lose weight.

Meanwhile, his sister Cabernet, spends most of her days curled up in one of their 6 cat beds, sleeping.

Here is America's most un-social cat, Parker the whore. She just isn't very friendly.

Pepe still thinks he's a dog and he likes to roll around begging for belly rubs.

Pepe's favorite thing is the head-butt-rub, which he implements by ramming his head into your, then rubbing his face along your to get a scratch and love and rub all at once. This too, he will do for hours if you let him.

The one time all year Parker comes out to be social is when she can hide under the Christmas tree.

Pepe on the sofa.

Pepe on our bed

This is our formal dining room set… look closely to enjoy the aluminum foil on the seats, classy isn't it? Why you, ask, would we do such a thing? Well, the foil scares the cats and keeps them off our chairs which is important as you'll see in the next pictures.

Those are claw marks from Cabby curling up on our $400 dining room chairs. My wife was thrilled when we found this, but fortunately she has only ruined two of the chairs. Since then, Cabby has been made into a beautiful rug.

As a gift to my wife for her birthday, I had a hand painted oil canvas portrait made of "Mr. Pepe." Below is the photographic picture used, and next to it is the framed finished oil painting that is currently hanging on our wall. My wife and I think this may be the cutest thing ever. (Yes... ever.) Since you want to know, I’ll tell you... it cost $400 with shipping, and it was worth every penny.

And now, without further adieu, here is the painting of the cutest cat ever, our Pepe...

(Click on the pictures to enlarge)

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Email me and let me know what you think of the painting of "Mr. Pepe."

Here's a little photo gallery of all the cats in the Williams family...

First, some background. We have three cats running around Williams Manor, none of them weighing less than 15 pounds. Before you send me notes telling me that I am a cat abuser for letting them get fat, trust me, they're fine. Two of the cats, Pepé and Cabernet are part "Coon-Cat" and are supposed to be bigger (although, yes, they're guts could come down a size or two). Parker, the third cat is just lazy, but she's the smallest (at a svelte 16.5 pounds as of this writing).

Someday soon, we'll be getting dogs…but not until I'm sure the dog won't be eaten by the cats.

That is not a whale, sea lion or otter. That's Cabernet, aka Cabby, sprawled out in all of her fatness.

Cabernet doing what she does best…nothing.

Cabernet loves to hide or thinks she's hiding while she's sleeping. Here, she cuddles up with my wife's big bear.

Here, Cabby thinks that she's hiding under a chair and next to a few oversized wine bottles. She's not very bright

This is Cabernet's "official" spot. That's my pillow on our bed. At night, my head is located below Cabby's paws and belly because, well, she's bigger than I am.

This is our resident bitch, Parker. She is so not friendly. This is her smiling.

Here's Parker frowning.

This is Parker laughing.

A Shot of Parker mad.

Here's Parker annoyed

This is Parker being coy.

Parker acting shy.

Sad Parker.

Here is Parker being indifferent.

The only time Parker comes out from behind the couch is to eat or to enjoy a warm fire.

This is Pepé right before he kicks the crap out of Parker so he can lie by the fire. He's such a little dick.

Here is the ham of the house, literally. Pepé shows off his gut and his smile as he stretches out.

Still being a fat ham, but damn he's cute.

The rumors are true. Pepe lies down while he eats.

Pepé loves to sit on the ledge of the bathtub and actually drinks the warm water while someone is in the tub. Weirdo.

Before Pepé sleeps, he kneeds his area endlessly. Here, he preps his leopard skin bed. Yes, it's real leopard skin not those cheap knockoffs you people buy at the Pet-Hut.

Here, Pepé prepares our lambskin rug for a long winter's nap. Check out his eyes, doesn't he look like a stoner?

Pepé loves to sleep where he can smell us…one his favorite places is a dirty laundry pile. Pig.

How cute is this? Pepé curled up on our oversized fur pillow.

Pepé is a chip off the ol' block. Just like his Dad (that's me) he loves to play ball.

This is Arnie's idea of showing how fat Pepé is. Compare the size of Pepé to a standard soda can

This is another of Arnie's ideas to show how fat Pepé is. Compare the size of Arnie's foot to a standard soda can

Here, you can clearly see that Pepé is barely as big as a slice of cheese or a wine bottle. I assume this will stop all "fat jokes."

Here's Arnie riding Pepé Ok, now this is just ridiculous.

Here are some photos from back in 2001. As you can see, Pepé and Cabby have grown quite a bit!!

Meet "Cabernet." This is her as a kitten.	Cabby (a little older) "hiding" in the sink.
...easily amused.	"Cabby" gets ready to chow down.
Cabby's sexy "kitty next door" pose.	Meet "Parker" the antisocial recluse.
Four hours later... still sleeping.	No, it's not a walrus, it's Parker... taking another nap.
"Parker the Cat".... Master of Williams' Manor.	You think Rob hates people... you should hang out with his cat.
...two bottles of wine later.	"Parker" recovers from a wicked hangover.
Meet "Pepé," the most emasculated animal walking the planet.	...Well, at least he does cute-kitty things.
"Pepé" and his bedroom eyes.	"Why the hell did you name me Pepé?"
"Pepé" and "Cabby" share a snuggle. Who the hell knows which one is which.