Cats

Lexy doesn't agree with me, but I think the best cat in the Western Hemisphere is here at Il Cuccio. Her name is Pepe and she is the perfect combination of cute and deadly. Pepe wants to be petted at all times, under any circumstances. She might climb into your lap, or she might sit there let you pet her while you stand over her favorite chair. She might curl up in said chair with her sister Lucy like a furry, oval yin-yang. Also, two nights ago she killed a snake. The night before that, we heard a brief, horrendous screeching of cat voices and later, while petting Pepe, discovered claw wounds on her face and a little nick out of her right ear. So when she's not squinting with cat-joy while you scritch the back of her head, she's out kicking ass. My kind of cat.

It's hard to capture any of these qualities on film, really, but our fellow WWOOFer Cody has some nice shots of her, so I'll see what I can do for you. Meanwhile, she is a short-haired tortoiseshell cat, gray with black stripes like the Gilmers' old cat, Mack. When I get old I will get a cat like this and life will be okay.